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.
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The Jump by Jim Bates
I didn’t expect so many people to be standing around on the cliff overlooking the Yellow Knife River, but there were, maybe fifteen or so,…
Un ‘Ecrivain Français by Michael Grignon
Deep into a meditative journey, I find myself perched at a table in the back of Café Le Rêve. Tucked underneath a crimson awning, I…
Starless Skies by Bethany Webb
“You know, there’s a star in the sky for every wish on the ground,” her grandmother whispered, her wink not visible by the eye, but…
Unlearning Him by Huina Zheng
My father was once the person I feared most and tried hardest to please. He ruled our home like an emperor, and we all learned…
Used Steinways by Jonathan Ferrini
Where’s Momma?” “Passed out cold from her morning fix. “My gang members are lookin’ for a score and think there’s money inside a…
Written Word by Gail Brown
Firelight flickered in the faces of excited children. They squealed with delight as Sabina punctuated the story with gestures. Especially if the fire sparked at…
Burn Down the Rejections by Cithara Patra
Sometimes, I want to burn everything I’ve created into ashes. Let every page go up in smoke, every word turned into dust. Let no one…
Holiday Traffic by Victor McConnell
There were three people who could have seen what happened but did not. The road beneath the slope on which the bighorn sheep frolicked curved…
Raritan by Ronald Micci
Summer swept down from the hills in a sudden burst of rain, bathing the dry leaves in a hot, dreamy soup, wending its way toward…
Scrap Irony by Robert Wexelblatt
It’s been eight years since the state legislature joined twenty-five others by passing a permitless concealed carry law. The bill’s sponsors along with the governor…
Christmas Night by Eldora Betsy Lyngdoh
As I stepped out of the car and onto the familiar soil of my hometown, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. The crisp winter…
Kintsugi by Gilles de Luca
It looked a lot like him, the shaggy-haired and tall figure outside of the glass walls, lighting a cigarette, then putting one hand in his…
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Don’t worry about mistakes. Making things out of mistakes, that’s creativity.
Peter Max