Short Stories

Character-driven stories of love and loss. Change and triumph. Laughter and fear. You name it, we’ll have it. Everything from literary to sci-fi to fiction.

“All The Things I Should Have Said”

I email him and tell him that I want to see him. I send it…

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“Age-isms”

I. Rose stood in her tiny, cluttered living room, trying to remember why she was…

“Waiting Room”

My eyes shot open. I must’ve dozed off. My head was pounding. Perhaps it was…

“Tia”

“Ma’am? Ma’am, are you okay?” I shielded my eyes from the glaring sunlight. Its warmth…

“A Deadly Weapon”

1966 Sweat trickled down James’s forehead. The screaming from the crowd was earsplitting. The lights…

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“tea at miss daisy’s”

Many days we passed Miss Daisy’s house and yelled hi. She would usually call us…

“The Anxiety of Two Digits”

The buzzer rang. In exactly three and a half minutes, she would be outside of…

“The Search”

The thick warmth of the air engulfs me as I step off the plane. “This…

“Lavender”

T he repass would be at our house. Gram’s closest friend, Mavis, would handle the…

“Don’t Go There”

At bedtime, the little girl I babysat grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Don’t go there.”…

“When the Reflection Stares Back”

When her reflection stared back at her, proud and plus-sized often went horribly in these…

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“Dystocia”

The hand rubbing my back is not soothing me at all. Why are hospital gowns…

“Holding Pattern”

When Lenaya is twenty-seven she begins to see pieces of her mama everywhere. In the…

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“Unresolved”

I stood outside of her room and took a deep breath before going in. I…

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“Saturdays”

I sat in the passenger seat next to Ms. Kramer, my social worker, lookin’ out the…