R.A. Schwartz's Short Story

Once lived a girl who never quite fit in with anyone else. She was bullied at school. Abused and neglected at home.

R.A. Schwartz

Sean Patrick Little's Short Story

JACK MASSEY WAS taken prisoner by the Germans during WWII. His unit was captured late in the European campaign and he was placed at the Stalag VII-A camp in Moosberg, the largest POW camp in Germany, filled with an odd assortment of American, British, French, Belgian, and Russian servicemen, officers and enlisted men.

Sean Patrick Little

Gaia

She’d had enough. As a rule, She didn’t like to interfere, but now they were just taking the piss. She was too hot, too dirty, and She couldn’t breathe.

Sam Anthony

Autumn’s Predicament

Ah, how I love fall.  It’s a nearly perfect season when hillsides are filled with splashes of vibrant crimson and gold.  A time when nature’s chilling breeze orchestrates a blissful dance of leaves drifting to the ground.

Diane M. How

Riverbank

As I stood by the riverbank and stared down at the debris that had washed up on shore my mind went back to the events of this past night and the horror that I faced.

Barry K. Nelson

Musings from the end of a long leash

At age nineteen, I was living in what was Rhodesia, now Zimbabwe, had recently finished High School, and was studying further by correspondence through Cambridge University. Back then, there was no such thing as on-line!

David Harvey

What about that one?

“What about that one?”

Beck pointed to the indigo drakeling darting through the pen, long wings folded on its back.

“You don’t want Uly.” The breeder spat in the mauve dust. “She won’t fly.”

Hayley Reese Chow

The Tooth Fairy

"Wally my boy, always take good care of your teeth," my grandpa once advised me, "you will die a happy man." I was seventeen then and thought my grandpa to be senile.

Tanishq Sheikh

INDIRECT

Whenever I do ventured to his porch, the purpose was to either collect the newspaper which the newsboy cast from the sidewalk with trepidation or gather the mail from the skewered mailbox which sat on a flimsy pole, and encased in vines along the dilapidated fence.

David Harder

NO

Rude.  Stuck up  Brat  These are a few of the things I've been called.  Is it because I mocked and teased?  Is it because I shouted and hit?  Is it because I made someone bleed? 

Veronica Sierra Lawson

Michelle Schad's Short Story

Death is sort of a strange thing. When it happens, there is a flurry of activity: emotion, thought, sensation. It all just wooshes by like wind being pushed out of an inflatable raft. What’s left is just the shell, a flat, sad, pathetic little reminder of what used to be.
Unlife was totally, totally worse.

Michelle Schad

Evil Dog

"There's evil in him."
Jeb stared into the dog's soulful eyes.
The dog yawned.

Armand Rosamilia

Sarah Patt's Short Story

There were three life-changing experiences that filled my summer months in the year 1994—what seems like a lifetime ago. First, my boyfriend was transferred to Baltimore and asked me to move in with him.

Sarah Patt

Lot’s of Uncle Billy stories … here’s one...

Uncle Billy jumped in the passenger seat, shut the door and set a pair of DVD's in his lap. "Swing by the video store on the way to Manny's."    "Hi, Uncle ... good to see you, too."

Christopher Hudson