Short Stories by our Amazing Authors
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Out of the Cold
Redemption - The Severed Cord
All Things Bright and Beautiful
She watched him at the gym. He worked out on the bench in front of her lifting free weights while she walked on the treadmill. She liked his arms, the way his biceps bulged as he lifted, and the way his dorsi muscles resembled an accordion opening and closing as he bent down and added more weights. She cast a glance at his pectorals protruding from his chest, pushing hard against his thin nylon shirt.
Love Stinks But Life is Worse
Is it ironic or inevitable that I hate Valentine's Day with what can only be described as a kind of burning passion? It's the greatest con in American history. Well, almost. You just can't win...
An extract from my first novel 'Pickle to Pie'.
Suddenly she calls in English, ‘Fredi, where you be?’
Even though I sit very still she sees me.
‘What you do?’
The Ghost of John MacMurphey
The priest waved his hands towards the congregation asking if anyone wanted to speak. The room was small and there was only a couple dozen mourners, but as usual they all refused the invitation. The priest nodded his head in understanding and stepped back towards the microphone...
Richard W. Kelly
Power of Positive Thinking
The sun breeched the horizon spilling liquid gold across the early morning canopy of palms. I was made aware of the symphony of paraquats hidden away in the banyan trees screeching their discord over who was to eat first...
The Tie That Binds
I had never been in such a store. I wandered up and down each aisle rather amazed by the sheer amount of merchandise available. There were lawnmowers here right next to the light bulbs...
Barbara Daniels Dena
Fire of a Comet’s Tail.
Woken by her fever, Kate rolled over carefully and drew open the bed curtains to the light of a single candle guttering by the bed. Moonlight pooled over the nearby window-seat from its partially uncovered window, making a gossamer pond on the floor...
Wendy J Dunn
Kirstie's Tale - Part One - A Dream of White Horses
I sit on the dune, staring out to sea where, under a stiff breeze the surf rolls in, tossing its white horses onto the beach.
The surf fascinates me, frothing and boiling as it dances over the sand, holding me in its spell in the way a flame will hypnotise, enrapturing the eye. ..
Cold snow and harsh winds blanket the atmosphere around her. As her eyes gaze toward the forest that sits quietly next to her home, she thinks of him. A ghost in her memory whose fingerprints on her skin still leave a visible mark...
Thunder In Heaven
When does a mother's love become conditional?
Do wealth and social status play a role in the extent to which a child is loved?
Why do some children get to bathe in the brightness of love while others are only allowed to taste the smallest fragments of its sweetness?
Snakes In The Garden
Her husband didn't notice her bulging belly or her plump, round face.
But she did.
He didn't notice the changes in her movement or the way that she had started to struggle to climb the staircase that led to the second story of their picturesque townhouse...
Excerpt from "All We Need Is Love: In Service to the Light Book One"
Thus is it – a transcription of the unique Message of Archangel Michael and the Team as interpreted by and flowing through Vessel [author's note: "Vessel" is what they call Michele Baker]...
Maria and the Ocean
Not many people know this story. A story from before the waves. Before the winds. Before the sandstorms and tropical storms and all the other storms. Many would say it’s not true. But they said the same thing about carbon and look at us now...
Bruno Martins Soares
The Well 2
The land was verdant and lush with plenty of fruit trees, elm, maple and oak trees that spread far and wide over thirty acres of land. The old farm house was in ruins now...
Hard to believe she’d finally done it. The struggles of six years of a degree in elementary education with her focus on special education, on top of another two years of receiving her Maryland Certification in American Sign Language...
Breathe in... one two three. Breathe out... one two three.
Nova Elliot closed her eyes as she counted her slow breaths. She stood on the balcony outside her marketing firm’s building...
The Coroner and the Body in the Bath
The man in the bath sat slumped over to his left, with his eyes closed and his head covered in blood that had matted his otherwise dark brown hair. The six-inch-deep water had been tinged red...
Paul Austin Ardoin
It Might Be You
So, this was her new and exciting life in Florida?
Serina Spring sighed and tossed down her losing hand of cards. On a sunny Wednesday afternoon in one of Florida’s most beautiful cities, here she was, playing Michigan Rummy with a rowdy group of octogenarians...
Everywhere in the city, he could see the signs of spring. Pigeons, small finches, and red-breasted robins hunted for a meal in the vacant lots and in the parks. The snow had melted and all that remained were oily puddles drying in the naked sunshine...
Paula D. Tozer
A Christmas Carolus
It was the Saturday night before the Writers’ Club December meeting and sitting at his computer, Adam Carpenter was at a loss about what he was going to write for the ghost story competition...
"A Race Against Time"
For Mandira Wasgare, entering Hermanos Amejeiros Hospital in Havana on a December afternoon, death is as near as it can be. Minutes… seconds… matter.
An excerpt from Circles, Lines, and Squiggles: Astrology for the Curious-Minded
When we think of the symbolic nature of numbers, several numbers come immediately to mind: 1, 3, 4, 7, 9, and 12, with each number carrying a set of associations based on their numerical properties...
Do Turtles Ever Cry
Nightmares plagued me. Crazy, scary images that vanished in a fog as soon as I was fully conscious. A rapid heartbeat, agitated breathing and an overpowering sense of fear—telltale signs of how bad my brain was messed up...
TROUBLE ON THE DOMED CITY OF KANAI
After searching the base, Onolyn Larcomb spotted Captain Zachary Kwao on the palace airport tarmac. He stood out because of his bright red hair. “Zac!” she shouted to get his attention. He looked up and she ran toward him...
Spirits in the Night
My dead father isn't talking to me. That he doesn't talk to me is odd, since every other spirit talks to me, they all do. But for some reason he's reticent, dumb, mute. No thoughts, no words, no sudden appearances to guide me, to give me direction or inspiration in my life and ways, good or bad...
Yule Time Truce
“Been seeing her for a month and no one’s been arrested yet,” said Roy into his cell as he entered the elevator, shaking the early December snow from his jacket. “Well, considering the last two … no, I can’t go back to that restaurant.” He clicked the button and the elevator started to climb...
The Emu and the Orange
Sue was about a hundred clicks from Ceduna and running late. Ahead, a fierce golden sun challenged the dark, brooding clouds which temporarily held hands above the horizon. Rain tomorrow? Probably not, she thought.
At thirty-five, with short blonde hair, steel grey eyes and a body honed by early morning jogs ...
Kiel-some robots go beyond programming
The XOC units were the finest droids in all the numerous system of Steh sector, ruled by the Weei-Ghan dynasty. They were literally indestructible and were sent to do all the life threatening jobs and missions humans and other races could not do, or were sent on long journeys into hyperspace ...