Short Stories

Pat had recently gotten really into staring at ceiling fans, primarily the one in his bedroom, but he wasn’t particular. The one in his bedroom was good. Well not good, but interesting. Sort of.

By the time they crossed the state line, when it was full dark and no stars, Krystal was still complaining about the heat, while Mark was more concerned about Bumpy, who was lying in the backseat. The screaming had started again, and it...

Lester Grainger had only lived in Green Prairie for less than eighteen months, but he would never live to see a full year and half. There was nothing about him that was striking, nothing that would cause a woman to take notice of his looks, nor would any man find him a challenge...

So, you’re thinking about working for Mr. Bob Hensham, huh? Think he’s the cat’s pajamas or something? Think his business is going places, but you’re wondering, why am I going around town telling people that he’s the Devil?

Isabelle’s admissions portfolio is nearly ready. Brooke has the family narrative, the test scores, and the letters of recommendation. These came from Isabelle’s godmother, who runs a marketing firm, and from their pastor at First Presbyterian.

My parents always referred to Ireland as ‘home’. I took that to heart and thought we were home, not understanding this was just a holiday. And being home in Dublin, meant we also had to travel down to my mum’s hometown, Enniscorthy, and visit the relatives there.

If you were going about your normal day, how many owls would you need to see before you thought something was wrong?

They pulled up in their rented red convertible to 76 Achlys Cove. Morgan let out a gasp.

Cason had never been to the wall before. It was busier than he expected: hundreds of sweaty and starving men crammed together in front of a screen and speaker all jostling to get to the front as if that made it more likely that their number would get called.

It’s easy to love horror movies when you haven’t experienced one yourself. That’s it. That’s my opinion...