Browsing: Short Stories

This epistolary is inspired by a story I saw on YouTube of a shooting victim who forgave his shooter. Among…

The streetlights painted the city with an orange glow, creating an illusion of warmth. I walked by the lines of…

The breeze played with my hair, sending a strand over my eyes. I pulled it away and frowned. The once…

They think I’m depressed because I refuse to leave this bed. I’m not. I put the tray on the table…