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Short Stories

Under the Apple Tree

Nov 21st, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

“Sorry, order my grandma doesn’t have a wireless signal; she has dial up.” These are two of the saddest words in the English language, sick along with no signal. “No wait” said Jeff, looking at his laptop. “There are three …



Mixed Breed

Nov 21st, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

My daughter’s dog glares at me from its spot in the corner of the kitchen. His nose, no rx black and oily as the night ocean, cheap twitches. I stuff a crust of yesterday’s leather toast in my mouth, gagging …



The Black Hole

Nov 12th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

Sometimes you walk right into the devil’s lair and don’t realize it until it’s too late. What may seem like a perfectly safe activity can turn into a nightmare that can last for years. We have all fallen into this …



The Traveler

Nov 11th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

Chanarong crossed the border from Burma to Thailand when he was two and half years old. His mother and sister took turns carrying him on their hips. They left because the military put a bullet in back of his father’s …



Strangers in Peoria

Nov 11th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany bar. It curved in and …



The Last Place You Look

Nov 11th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

When I was younger I stole a blank notebook from a variety store and poured myself into it’s pages. Around every entry I underlined important words, drew cartoon faces, boxed paragraphs and wrote obscure codes. Solid as a doorstop, it …



The Drunk

Nov 11th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

Buttoning your shirt, buy cialis your shoulders palsied, your fingers shaking as if from fright or Parkinson’s, you remember an afternoon in August, the sun scalding, berry picking done for the day, Uncle Jack handing you a bottle as he …



The King of Stone

Oct 26th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

When our pretty islands were still cheerfully divided into pretty little kingdoms, stuff there were many little kings married to many little queens who gave birth to many little princesses. The thing all little princesses have in common is that …



Waiting For Prince Charming

Oct 26th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

She’d spent all afternoon practicing that big toothy smile in her bathroom mirror because she believed in love at first sight. With each passing minute, prescription that smile got just a little smaller. Any tiny jostle at her left and …



A Friend Indeed

Oct 26th, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

She couldn’t believe the person she had grown into. If her mother could see her now, ask God rest her soul, she would be embarrassed and distraught at what her baby had made herself into.
Of course she didn’t have …