Browsing: Short story
A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The…
You finished your short story or your poem. You’re planning to send it to literary magazines (our magazine, maybe? :)).…
It is very seldom that mere ordinary people like John and myself secure ancestral halls for the summer. A colonial…
Mr. Max Madison was sixty-one years old when he had that vicious thought. He wanted to open an account on…
July 4th, 2022 Dear Mr. Patel, We’re under the impression that you’d refuse to meet us. Any sane person would.…
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 for refusing to leave this bed. I’m not. I put the tray on the table next…