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

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…

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…”            …

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,…

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…

Freedom by Gretchen Gossett

I often wonder if Azari would’ve been okay if I’d kept my secret to myself. Maybe she would’ve gone home to her parents, settled for…

Fiery Quilt by Nandy Dibyasree

The Seamstress. That was what she was known as, the most omniscient witch in all of existence. She held in her palms the tapestries of…

Gold by Jim Bates

Wearing a pink tank top and tights, Lindsey Copeland danced out of her corner into the center of the ring. Her opponent, a kid named…

Rain Requiem by Lynda Webb

You left me behind, walking with Brahms in your ears. Outside, nature’s conductor slashed her baton and created bayside darkness with one stroke. Thunder growled…

The Road by E.E. King

I didn’t mean to kill her – not really. But it’s hardly an excuse- especially because I’d been hired to do exactly that. I can…

Catching Up by Edward Ahern

She was halfway into her seat before he looked up from his phone. “Hello, Frank. They’ve changed the name of the restaurant. Antoine’s now.” She…

El Valle de Cafe by Jonathan Ferrini

Dearest Yvette: I write to you beneath a candle on a small desk within my spartan quarters. It’s late in the evening, and all is…

Spartacus Along the Silk Road by Eric Smith

Prelude:It is better to invite one thousand sinners to a party of saints than unleash one neutral man among the good. The opposite of course…

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