Jeff sat bolt upright in bed, suddenly wide awake. The room was washed in the soft light of the full moon. He’d heard something. Was someone in the house? Maybe Linda had come back. He felt a quickening of his …
“STOP!”
Nadine glanced up and slammed the brakes. The SUV jolted. Searing coffee sloshed the gear shift. Her heart jittered.
A stout man with a shock of white hair and a crimson face stood inches from her bumper, hands out. …
Before Humpty Dumpty’s fall, the King commissioned a giant skillet.
John H. Dromey writes in a variety of genres. He’s had drabbles (100-word stories), flash fiction, and short stories published in print and online.…
There are not so many people about that it would not have been unlikely that the first falling manhole cover would have gone unnoticed, have been utterly unremarked — driving to earth in a farmer’s field, or in a continental …
“Hey, you! You! You guy!”
I turn and look. It’s an old Japanese woman. She’s waving at me from her doorway. She has the look. Instant crazy. Pink bathrobe. Hair curlers. Reading glasses half the size of her head.
“Yeah?” …
Our perception of what constitutes a ‘real man’ is constantly evolving. There was a time when the western hero was the paragon. A strong, brave and pure loner of unbending conviction who protected the abused and downtrodden.
Today, the …
Gavel falls. Life measured in years, not days. Marriage over.
Jennifer Myers has made a career in arts ticketing while traveling the world as part of the military family. She enjoys writing both short stories and novels and finds inspiration …
“I don’t want to die up here. God please help me. Help me!”
David pushed his back against the hard rock. He was perched on a rough narrow ledge on the face of Mount Kilmer. He pressed himself to the …
The cigarette smoke mixed with my breath in the frosty air as I stood outside the door. Glad I’d worn my coat, I wrapped an arm around my waist. Another party, another row, I lit another cigarette, slower this time. …