By: Jack Junier | 2010-06-01 | Short Stories They say I''m not ready to talk to others about this yet, that I haven''t fully separated myself from the blame. If I didn''t own part of it, though, I wouldn''t be me. read more
By: Marilyn Wilke Ramone | 2010-06-02 | Short Stories Not knowing what had just happened, we awoke to darkness. The world had become a broken place, people screaming and begging for help, but no one was coming. I did not hear any sirens or see any blinking lights. read more
By: Mary Anne Wright | 2010-05-29 | Short Stories Infinity About a million to one. That''s what I figure the odds against my survival to be. Not good, but I''m not ready to give up - that would mean infinite odds against me, and I can''t get my mind around the concept of infinity. read more
By: Sarah Vigue | 2010-05-28 | Short Stories It was an expiring autumn day when she captured his eye. Bailey had been here often, never seeing this fresh site, never seeing her. As far as Bailey was concerned, her name was etched in granite and clean, white marble for all eternity. read more
By: Jeremy S. | 2010-06-02 | Short Stories Here are two stories you can tell around a campfire. Hope you find one you haven''t heard of or an read more
By: David Aaron White | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories Shakeil observed the dark, frigid room surrounding him. The cold sweat pouring down his forehead blurred his vision. All he could see was blackness except for a small lantern at the top of the room, maybe ten feet above his head. read more
By: James Marsh | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories I always wondered why life wasn''t like it was in the books. A world where people were separated into the brave and the cowards and those that are good and those that are bad. read more
By: Laura Hippert | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories "What are you doing here?" he inquired, quietly, not completely unaware of the severity and sensitivity of her situation. "Where have you come from?" She stopped and studied him intently, biding her time before she stepped into what was sure to be an inquisition. read more
By: M Pereira | 2010-05-31 | Short Stories The guests lined in rows of pews, each separated to their segregated side. The groom was watched closely as he sweated on his heels. read more
By: David Sparenberg | 2010-06-02 | Short Stories A DANGEROUS DESCENT a telling told out of nightmares The moon was cut and the land was cold. The wanderer on the roads came to a place. It was a ruined place with nothing standing but broken stone upon ruined stone and ruined stone upon broken. read more
By: Genenda Milloy | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories Lindsay drove down a desolate country road, surrounded by the recently harvested cornfields, counting the moments until she arrived home from a meaningless job where she felt that her contribution was even more meaningless. read more
By: Ian Jordan | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories Bloody Devotion Blood was everywhere as Henry took the knife and stabbed it into her stomach, looking to kill her soul. "Your soul must be cleansed so that in cross over you can be accepted." Henry says "What are you talking about. read more
By: Michael Brumfield | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories John sat in despair holding his head in his hands as he watched the tears from his eyes fall to the floor. A small puddle had formed between his feet and ripples ran to its edges with every new tear that added to its mass. read more
By: Siobhan Hands Gibson | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories The rain blinded her as she ran. Her lungs burst, threatening to explode out of her chest at any moment. It was dark and cold, the only noise she could hear over the deafening pounding of her heart, was the loud fast rasps of her lungs as she sucked in air. read more
By: Michelle Jones | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories The bombs were falling fast, people''s screams as they were blown to their death was deafening. How could anyone survive this war thought Jess. It was mid December 1952 it seemed that the world was in tatters, Jess''s world anyway. read more
By: Mikki McLeod | 2010-06-02 | Short Stories HENRY THE SECOND She smelled like cinnamon buns and Lemon Pledge. Henry''s grandmother sat in her rocker reading the latest "Reader''s Digest." She was just about to start on the word puzzle when a loud, screech of eight year old frustration exploded in the front yard. read more
By: Court Moss | 2010-06-03 | Short Stories A Girl With Kaleidoscope Eyes by Court Moss Chapter One - Finding Brooke Summer is here, warm and inviting. And on afternoons like this one, a child''s time should be cherished outdoors. Up above is the perfect shade of baby blue with a few clouds dusting the sky. read more
By: Lisa Jean | 2010-06-04 | Short Stories It was a bitter cold winter evening, where the howling snow blown wind knew no prejudice. Even the famous Dr. Michael Moore was beginning to fall prey to the screaming winds. However, Dr. Moore was on a mission to reach the top of Paradise Mountain, so he trudged on with relentless pursuit. read more