Category: Short Short

Bern Vega walked through the front door of his tiny bungalow on Brook Street with the words of the writing class instructor resonating in his head: “If you’re having trouble getting started

The restaurant is crowded and the hum is building as the place quickly fills and the overfilled plates and glasses arrive at the small, closely jammed tables.

My dad tapped the top of his beer can and turned Tom Petty up louder.

“Make sure you get the right kind.”

“Welcome to the Halloween Horror show!” A teen draped in a black cape and matching top hat climbed onto a large headstone situated in the Blackcroft Cemetery

Under the Bed by Michael Orzechowski My brother used to make fun of me for checking underneath my bed. He

Dusk. I can hear them in the walls. The chitter of their legs rattles plaster.

She lay on the bed crying, the tears wouldn’t cease. The world was so god-damn unfair. She had gone to bed two hours earlier in an attempt to escape the memories and find some much needed rest.