Short Story

You Don't Beat the River It was a good day for being on the river—warm, bright, a few clouds to make the sky…

Mother Kept on Singing When I slept at Aunt Josephine’s, in Middle,  mother’s hometown - I slept alone.A…

Predestined Events Homelessness, like hunger, exists at the soul level. One might dwell in magnificent…

A Religious Experience The room embodied religion. As soon as I opened the door, blinked away the disbelief, and…

Self-Improvement Brenda Simpson was certainly no stranger to bookstores.  No libraries, mind you, but…

The Wanderer I've been a wanderer all my life...I travel around the world to forget people I meet every day.…

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…