Category: Short Story
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Firefly by Warren Benedetto
Missy caught the firefly in mid-air, cupping her hands around it to form a tiny, dark cave. She could feel the insect’s delicate footsteps tickling her skin as it wandered across her palm, searching for a way out. “Got you!” she whispered, victorious. It was almost dark. The sunset was nothing but a burnt orange…
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Mulberry House by Will Sheets
It was spring when the stranger found me. I watched him as he stumbled over the roots of the great oaks that had grown to obscure the once-pristine path that led to my gate. I couldn’t help but stare. I hadn’t seen one of his kind since Lord Asenger and his family roamed my halls.…
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Rats by Vee Weeks
“Carmella, come here,” Mama said through gritted teeth as I scooted to the other side of the sofa as fast as I could. My bare feet hit the floor and I was so close to getting up and running out of the living room, but Mama grabbed the sleeve of my red nightgown and…
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Bride Price by Huina Zheng
When Kun drove his BMW to his girlfriend Yan’s home to propose a marriage, Yan said, “Park the car here and we’ll walk to my parents’ house. I told them we would take the high-speed train. Don’t tell them you have a car, or they’ll make you pay more.” Kun nodded and got out…
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Sculpted by Victoria Male
“So, you’re the so-called ‘excellent supplicant’ of mine who called me a bitch then vomited in my temple.” Pygmalia scrambled to her knees and pressed her head to the floor, internally cursing herself regarding its dusty state. In Pyg’s defense, she had not expected the goddess of love and beauty to pay her a…
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The Taxi Driver by Alexandra Carcel
The woman on the street corner looked just like his mother. He stared at her, watching as she slipped around the corner, skirt swishing around her ankles. He blinked, and she was gone. The doctor shook himself and looked at his watch. If he didn’t catch a taxi soon, he’d be late for his…
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Drowning by Jim Bates
“You kids be careful,” my aunt called to us as we raced out the door. “I’ll be down in a minute after I finish…” My guess was that she was going to say, “After I finish taking the last tray of cookies out of the oven.” But my brother and I were too excited…
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Redemption by Daniel Norman
My life changed after I punched a fourteen-year-old kid in the nose—understandably. When I did it, I was a 39 year old father of two, former Air Force, and an airline pilot. Now, after I busted Karl’s nose and cheek bone, I’m 41, an ex-con, and a bartender in a bar at the end of…
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Romantique by Jonathan B. Ferrini
“I live in a world of spring showers of acrylic and watercolor droplets painting the score on the pavement of a Chopin Nocturne.” These were the last words my brother said to me ten years ago at dad’s funeral. I welcomed the opportunity to see him and express my regret for the lost time…