Category Archive: Short Stories

Sunday Photo Fiction: New Home

“What’s the last thing you remember, Erma?” Horus took a serious look around their new home. “Being on the open road.” “Me too. Think this is a bad dream?” Erma swished her tail… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: The Forgotten

The Forgotten At one time, it had been forgotten. Large office buildings rose up around it. Tall weeds camouflage it. Those that owned it had no knowledge of ownership. An intern cleaning out… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: Never Wrong

“That old man needs to mind his own business,” Constable Benet said. “When have you known him to be wrong?” “I’m telling you it’s suicide. Everyone, but him knows it. Drove straight off… Continue reading

The Gods of Tauger

The Gods of Tauger There was nothing. Only darkness. Naw was alone and he was lonely. From out of his heart he pulled T’Dra. She danced and laughed with the joy of life.… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: The Dream

A rogue wave rose up out of the ocean and swept her out to sea as if she were a grain of sand. It pulled her down to the ocean bottom. Her breath… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: It’s Time

“NO!” “What?” “My ring.” “What?” “Fell off my hand.” It rolled over the curb and slipped into the sewer forever lost. “Perhaps it’s for the best,” Patty said. “The best?” “Charlie’s been dead… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Window

The Window “We didn’t mean anything.” “It was a dare.” “We don’t believe in other worlds.” “So you three boys don’t believe in alternate universes?” The boys looked up at the officer and… Continue reading

Mondays Finish the Story: Mystery Lady

Mondays Finish the Story is a unique flash fiction challenge where a new photo each week, and the first sentence of a story, which is in italic. Mondays Finish the Story is a… Continue reading

Sunday Photo Fiction: The Hole

Teddy threw a truckload of dirt to fill in the hole. The next day, the dirt was neatly piled in his truck and the hole had moved to his neighbor’s yard. Teddy and… Continue reading

Mondays Finish the Story: Vultures

“I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.” Vultures. They weren’t the flying kind that cleaned up bloody corps. No, these were the kind… Continue reading

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