Short Story

Stranger in the Attic I couldn’t have been older than eight when it happened. Weekends in summer, my parents…

Death Goes To Hell Death is not supposed to die. That’s the problem. Here I sat in a pile of reaped souls while…

My Name is Lola It's Thursday Night at The Slippery Salamander Art Gallery - Lola's second adventure. (Check…

Thursday Night An impromptu reaction to an unexpected and random comment set me on an unusual path and a life…

Bleeding Hearts That damn radio blasted day and night with church songs - she would sing with the announcer,…

Alex Eversen - First Love Ah, the adolescent years when the traumas of school form everlasting habits and…

Spatako the Commercial Driver Everyone called him “Spatako,” and he was a commercial driver plying the Lagos…

The Painters Crimson blended with yellow produces a brilliant orange. Michel added a small amount of white to…

The Immigration Officer Mr. My Yo Yo graduated near the top of his class from Pyonghyun University in the center…

Flying with Santa I wish you all a Merry Christmas or Happy Whatever You Celebrate. I share my secret to being a…

Norman Makes a Huge Impression The school year didn’t start until after Labor Day, but it was difficult to enjoy…

Turbulence in Deep Space “Entering orbit, Captain.” - Captain Virginia Bendall reclined slightly and glanced out…

Terminal Ward After three weeks on the Terminal Ward at the Fairfield Air Force Base Hospital, in the early…

And He Roared Babatunde was having his morning bath when he heard a knocking on the door. He wrapped his towel…

Hands Can Tell the Story of Your Life Some folks say your hands can tell the story of your life. Well, my hands…