Category: short story

Glance of a Lifetime by Frank Powers

Posted on February 5, 2016 by Every Writer

Once upon a time, there lived an average family. The patriarch, Joe, had an average job making average money with an average company. The matriarch,

Heart by David Gruber

Posted on January 25, 2016January 25, 2016 by Every Writer

I lay on the table, waiting for the Ultra sound technician to come and look at my heart. It has a hole in it—somewhere on the Septum. My dad told me once

Santa Fe Cabbie by Michael Backus

Posted on January 20, 2016January 20, 2016 by Every Writer

“This doctor new guy says to me about the tumor….”

Our Last Encounter by Brian Burmeister

Posted on December 8, 2015 by Every Writer

“What are you doing?”

The patio door swung open. I panicked and jumped about ten feet. She was near me, a car’s length to my left.

Winnebago by Chase Cline

Posted on November 23, 2015 by Every Writer

I sat across from Sarah in the kitchen, her dark brown hair held to one side with a scrunchy. She was wearing a pink robe, faded from years of wear. It was now past twelve on a chilly October night.

Winner: Death into the Heart by Jesse Chapin

Posted on October 29, 2015October 28, 2015 by Every Writer

Dead?” she asked the officer standing at the door. Martha wore a shocked look.

Hello There by Cecil Wilde

Posted on October 28, 2015October 28, 2015 by Every Writer

You know those horror stories that start out with a line something like ‘it was a dark and stormy night’? This isn’t one of those.

Blemmyae by Drew Nowlin

Posted on October 28, 2015May 7, 2018 by Every Writer

Detective Burns and Lowry hurried down the creaky hallway with weapons firmly drawn. Cobwebs and exposed wiring along the ceiling blazed with an eerie yellow

Five Fun Facts About Me by Ard Connell

Posted on October 28, 2015May 7, 2018 by Every Writer

No, don’t wake up. I’ve been waiting for a quiet moment.

The Red Priest Beatrice Preti

Posted on October 28, 2015May 7, 2018 by Every Writer

Father Rosso stood over the corpseless head, his beautiful white robes stained with blood. His body was rigid, yet calm, like a man at prayer, which he might have been, save for the knife clenched in his fist.