Rations by Lauren Sweeney
Rations by Lauren Sweeney They told us all about the USO dance at the Benedict Club on north 15th Street,
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Rations by Lauren Sweeney They told us all about the USO dance at the Benedict Club on north 15th Street,
Continue readingIt was a blind date.
Continue readingThe Vision of the Fountain by Nathaniel Hawthorne At fifteen I became a resident in a country village more than
Continue readingA little piece about the short short story, and a long long list of many short shorts. Take a look at our recap of the short short stories we have published on our site.
Continue readingA short story: For generations, the people of the forest had huddled around the flickering fireside telling stories and singing songs about their life of abundance in the valley.
Continue readingMarijke Hillmann writes a monthly story about Africa for our site. You can find out more about her and the time in her life she is writing about here: African in Short.
Continue readingPowerful, often silent but attractive spirit seeks companion who is adventurous and outgoing for a committed relationship. Must be a good listener.
Continue readingWhen it’s all said and done, only a simple truth remains. This applies to so many situations, it’s not even funny. For my situation, it definitely isn’t funny… Not funny ha-ha anyway. It is a little funny, though. Maybe that’s just my hysteria kicking in.
Continue readingThe coarse rope scratched against his cheekbones as the noose was forced over his head. It sat heavy on his shoulders like a threat, pressing against the bobbing adam?s apple that danced with fear.
Continue readingNewly furnished and with an air of luxury, the 500-seat Performing Arts Center beautifully echoes the acoustics of the teenage thespians busily dancing across the stage under the steady hand of their choreographer. Brimming with delight, the eager, beaming faces
Continue readingDoug Elwell is a native Illinoisan, born in Chicago, though that didn’t last long. At two he woke up one morning on the prairie in rural downstate. Much of his writing explores the influence
Continue readingI am hosting my first dinner party in this multicultural society where the right-winger rubs shoulders with the liberal; where in the mining community one is judged by the husband?s ?GRADE?.
Continue readingSummer nights long ago in those streets below the hospital window, trucks with yellow flashing lights from the Louisiana Department of Mosquito Control hiss along slowly, the high whine of the compressors shooting out white spray behind the trucks like seeds
Continue readingThree windows. A hairpiece. Seven eggs. Two loaves of bread. Meat. A dustpan.
Never sneeze into pudding.
Continue readingThree-thirty sharp. A shrieking tea kettle. Over the roof tops if floated. A constant in my life. A stranger?s daily routine. On temporary assignment in London, my American company rented me a flat in the East End.
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