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Short Stories

Coffee Stains

Mar 10th, 2010 | By Len Kuntz | Category: Short Stories

I wonder who’s a racist and which of these might have been the one to chuck that trash can through the storefront window.



They Went

Mar 10th, 2010 | By Patrick Trotti | Category: Short Stories

They went because they couldn’t say no to him. He was a terrifying figure, one that nobody wanted to anger.



Close to the Bone

Mar 10th, 2010 | By Kenneth Radu | Category: Short Stories

Nightmare startled Isaac awake. If he turned, confusing dream with reality, he would see Emma’s bloodied head on the pillow.



Slated for Termination

Mar 10th, 2010 | By Rick Huffman | Category: Short Stories

“Come on, keep this line moving,” said the man dressed in Khaki and wearing a sidearm.



Goofy

Mar 10th, 2010 | By William Crawford | Category: Short Stories

My mother always had the best luck. She is humble and will never admit it but it’s true.



The Storekeeper

Mar 5th, 2010 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Short Stories

Before I knew what was going on, at twelve years of age, I saw what was going on… with Putney Grimes, who owned the Pioneer Grocery and General Store near my house, and one of his customers, Maxine Greenery.



Glory Days

Mar 5th, 2010 | By Ronald Paxton | Category: Short Stories

John Howard leaned on the dugout railing and looked out at the ball field. It was magnificent.



Soul Survivor

Feb 27th, 2010 | By Craig Wallwork | Category: Short Stories

“I would hold a gun against the head of my boss and make him cry. If I could go back and do it all again, that’s what I’d do.”



V for Victor

Feb 26th, 2010 | By Tom Sheehan | Category: Short Stories

I saw it all, from the very beginning, heard it all, too, every word rising on the air … in our first classroom, in church, everywhere it happened, you name the place and I was there.



The Color of Fire

Feb 26th, 2010 | By Ronald Paxton | Category: Short Stories

Jackson McClure sat on his sofa in the den and watched the start of the fire.