Tag: story
group name: shortfiction
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July 07, 2007 04:39 AM EDT --
Ladies and gentlemen, we will be stopping briefly in Needles, California, to take on passengers. This is not a scheduled rest stop. If you are traveling on with us to Flagstaff, Phoenix, Albuquerque, or . . . more
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February 09, 2008 04:46 PM EST --
Dear John,
In person would be better. Or by phone. But you've dropped off the face of the earth again. . . . more
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March 29, 2008 08:05 PM EST --
All the parts are here, Mommy.
I was careful. I didn't lose any.
Mommy.
I'm sorry.
Do you wanna piece of cake?
See? I picked all the broken plate out and put . . . more
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February 24, 2008 10:04 PM EST --
Stars dotted the hissing enameled pot.
"Cowboy coffee?"
My eyes scanned the cup with fresh grounds and an egg shell in it.
"Yep. You'll like it."
"Ohh-kaay." . . . more
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December 22, 2006 12:25 AM EST --
Dear Author,
Congratulations on submitting your story to the Amazon contest. I received your email. Oh, that doesn't give you a clue who I am? Sorry, I was number 98 in your list of 432 names. I feel . . . more
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June 07, 2006 07:52 AM EDT --
Written for my nephew, Christian Robert, when he was six or seven. Chris was born in the Navajo Nation Hospital in Shiprock, New Mexico, where his mother is a pediatric nurse-practioner for the Public . . . more
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May 25, 2006 11:44 AM EDT --
"Tink, Tink"
"Tink, tink." It began like a whisper one morning after my husband jetted off to work. I assumed the idiot had left the shower faucet leaking. I slid into my . . . more
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May 18, 2006 01:45 AM EDT --
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This is part of a novel I am working on. Please critique .
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He'd come seeking rest and peace from the wearying drones and taxing dramas. Following an ancient teaching, climbing a mountain. . . . more
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September 14, 2006 01:55 PM EDT --
Saw an old man on the roadside today. Fairly decently dressed: white kurta, white pajama. At the road corner: I was walking towards......, and this old man was standing at the very first crossing as I . . . more
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May 29, 2006 08:04 PM EDT --
"Jump Beezley! Jump!"
I swatted my fluffy eight-toed paw with minimal effort at the string this odd man kept yanking out of my reach. I was much more interested in the big shiny . . . more
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June 12, 2006 03:37 PM EDT --
The first time Nan heard Miles Davis playing "Milestones" she was sitting on the floor of a brownstone apartment on E63 Street, . . . more
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May 30, 2006 12:36 PM EDT --
The end came; hard to say when. Children were playing video games idly while Mothers asked disinterestedly what they wanted for dinner. Every child replied, "I'm not hungry." Spiders stopped . . . more
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July 05, 2006 08:01 PM EDT --
Seven days ago I married a nerd. Now, nobody will talk to me. It all started off as a bet. Destiny has a strange way of changing people.
It happened one night at the Sea Breeze Bar where my friends and . . . more
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February 29, 2008 03:55 PM EST --
She stared into the heavy soup pot as she slowly stirred. Hypnotized by the colorful array of vegetables as they swirled around and around, she felt a desperation inside that was coming to a . . . more
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February 03, 2008 03:54 PM EST --
A collection of short stories.
I had one pair of pants and two shirts. Literally.
I was in middle school and image was so very important. I was overweight and underdressed. . . . more
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May 26, 2006 12:56 PM EDT --
Operation Santa Claus
My family has always lived in the country. We grew up out in the sticks, spitting tobacco, drinking beer, hunting and fishing, and driving four wheel trucks. We get along with . . . more
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October 08, 2006 05:03 PM EDT --
Sonya looked in the mirror. She did not recognize the cold eyes staring back at her. She put on her lipstick, and brushed her hair until it gleamed. The inner voice nagged her, but she . . . more
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March 19, 2007 03:10 AM EST --
Driving in to work, Dr. Plitzot took a moment to lament his current position in . . . more
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May 28, 2006 07:57 PM EDT --
Sheila's Night Out On The Town
This was not going to be another lonely Saturday night for Sheila. She had finally summoned up the nerve and decided after eight years to take the plunge. She was . . . more
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March 02, 2008 09:47 PM EST --
"There was music, the kind that never went away: the Stones and the Doors, Janis Joplin, very early Pink Floyd. It was one of those evenings."
Max tore his favorite page from Rankin's . . . more
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