short story
Lá Atrás. Noutro Tempo.
Lá Atrás. Noutro Tempo. written by: J. Maciel Costa Estava a abeirar os 8 anos de idade....
Bleeker Street Bungalow
Bleeker Street Bungalow written by: Mark Kuglin @cr8fiction My Bleeker Street bungalow had been on the market...
He Who Laughs
He Who Laughs written by: Charles R. Bucklin They were all thieves, murderers, and thugs, and they...
Isabel
Isabel written by: Phyllis Souza Terceira, one of nine Azorean islands, 1880 Fifteen-year-old Isabel and her widowed...
Hanging With Rickie
Hanging With Rickie written by: Ron Kempton The summer of 1979 was the last time we saw...
Day Star
Day Star written by: Carl Parsons And we have the more firm prophetical word: whereunto you do...
1970
1970 written by: DC Diamondopolous Drunk and stoned, Scott staggered out the door of the Whiskey a...
Iditarod
Iditarod written by: Sharon K Wagoner My dad didn’t even bother to attend my high school graduation....
We Still Have Putin
We Still Have Putin written by: João Cerqueira Stalin was outraged. Mankind had accused him of being...
Coat Hanger Garrote
Coat Hanger Garrote written by: Rando Mithlo I’ve noticed lately that the morning skies have something to...
The Musket by the Chimney
The Musket by the Chimney The Bond of Family Heritage written by: Mark Scheel Both branches of...
Desert’s End
Desert’s End written by: RC Larlham @Mohawk742 Head down and heaving with every breath, the damn near...
What My Eyes Have Seen
What My Eyes Have Seen written by: Willow Hewett @willowhewett The eyes are the windows to the...
Broken Toys
Broken Toys written by: Elizabeth Montague @LizzyMontWrites The alarm was distant. The high-pitched whine cut through everything....
