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.
Latest Stories
Tornadoes Can’t Hurt Us on Wednesdays by Francis Felix Rosa
Twigs snapped underfoot as he trudged towards a patch of thistles and milkweed huddled down the slope. Stalks reached up, cracking open the robin’s-egg blue…
The Last Memory by M.G. Allan
Anna Vanderhoof turned her head on the pillow and saw herself standing by the bed. Not herself as she was now, old and frail…
Two Women by Toshiya Kamei
The silence in their apartment was heavy, packed with twenty years of things they hadn’t said. Emi and Kenji moved around it like two practiced…
Finally Finding Thoreau by Jim Bates
When we were kids, my best friend Jerry and I spent as much time as we could walking the fields and woods a few miles…
It’s Hard for Me to Tell My Brother I Love Him, So Instead I Write a Story by Alice Kinerk
The word addiction comes from Latin. It means to surrender. A drug addict is a person who has given over his or her life to…
The Blue Binder by Jonathan Ferrini
Victor grew up inside a trailer park with dilapidated trailers packed together like tuna in a rusty old can. His grandmother’s trailer smelled of cleaning…
Johnny Ace at the Pearly Gates by Jeffrey Hantover
Johnny Ace (John Marshall Alexander, Jr.)December 25, 1954 The last week in December was always a busy period for St. Peter. Many of the infirm…
Two Black Dresses by Jonathan Ferrini
Every day at three o’clock as the afternoon sun fought through the dusty windows and the high school down the street let out, a teenage…
Devotion by Huina Zheng
She used to believe. Obedient, gentle and considerate since childhood, Ling washed dishes, mopped floors, folded laundry, and cared for her younger brother, doing everything…
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…
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Don’t worry about mistakes. Making things out of mistakes, that’s creativity.
Peter Max