Short Story

You live in a world of story telling. Everything you consume has setting, hero, theme, and purpose that tell you more with implicit meaning. The art of the short story is immersive, concise, and vivid. In such a small amount of space, there’s much to say. The story has it’s own tale to tell and decides for you. When you sit down to take your mind elsewhere, the decides for you, telling you what you to hear. Showing you what you need to see. A short story is a place you visit, for a brief period of time and during that time, are completely enveloped in believable fiction.

Don’t worry about mistakes. Making things out of mistakes, that’s creativity.

Peter Max

Latest Stories

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The Digger by Marco Etheridge

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Goddess of the Beach by Zack Taft

She settled herself into the warm sand; her eyes closed for a moment. It felt like a dream. She was barefooted and wearing a red…

A Victorian Affair by Perry Genovesi

When Ellen landed at the tunnel’s end, she noticed, under clouds of soot, a lone rowhome. It appeared like the thousands across the city -…

Too Many Heavens by Bill Schillaci

The homes atop Pine Crest, the highest road in the town, were baronial and of another age, even with the obvious modernizations, the central AC…

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Waves by Casey Shelley

Waves rock the boat back and forth: they’re used to it. Tired eyes are a reminder that this is far from the first wedding they’ve…

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