Category Archives: Short Stories

Fox Moldy sat at his desk, his feet propped up on the lower left desk drawer. He flicked a spitwad at the poster of Elvis Presley – in his prime, of course – hitting the premiere icon just below his … Continue reading →

In a land east of the sun, west of the moon, in a time very long ago, there lived a lonely cobbler and his faithful donkey. He loved to sit in the window of his shop and daydream memories from … Continue reading →

Scene: the news desk of Continental News Network (CNN), anchor-person Tom Brokar covering the latest in news from the nation’s capitol.

David sat at the end of the bar, nursing a drink he’d ordered some four hours earlier. It was near closing time, and there were only a few patrons left after the long hyped mega-fight ended two minutes seventeen seconds … Continue reading →

Harley lay on the couch totally dead to the world, the rectangle of sunlight playing slowly around him, moving across the room as the afternoon wore on. Sudden, he opened his eyes, and surveyed the room. “Damn!” he thought to … Continue reading →

Shawn sat on the wooden bench outside the train station office. The single lamp above the station platform clinked lightly with every little breeze. She held her ticket tightly in one hand, and her small suitcase under her arm. Her … Continue reading →

Sara ten Broek drove her Volkswagen bus down the dirt road at breakneck speed, leaving a rooster plume of dust hanging in the dry desert air. It was hot, very hot. The merciless sun had sapped all the moisture out … Continue reading →

The old grandfather clock in the hall chimed the half-hour. Owl looked up from his book and over his reading glasses at the hands of the clock face; it was 12:30 in the morning. They were late. He turned his … Continue reading →

The backpack suited her physically, being small and light, but it was large enough to hold a small camera and two lenses, good enough for her budding love with camera and film. It was still dark and Sara stumbled several … Continue reading →

The music rises to a crescendo, heavy with strings, salted with mellow brass and percussion, and the atmosphere in the auditorium swells to a rising, pulling the spirit upward and toward the ornate gilt ceiling, soaring until the heart is … Continue reading →