Short Story

Thunderhead The thick August air hung in absolute stillness; the soggy claustrophobic blanket of heat and…

I always asked this question when I was young. How could love be a sin?

The Java Dojo on Kerby Street was one of a small chain of upscale “coffee cafés,” in Kerbyville’s trendy Kerbian…

Neither of us would have chosen to fight and die in Rebecca’s garden but it is done.

"Are you kidding us, cannibalism is the latest craze!" they would continue with no shame.

That tree above shakes and bends with the gusts – green seedpods shower the hummus crowd - horizontal green snow!

And they sing. With voices the color of buttercups and vanilla. Lifted and soaring, low and urgent. Telling a…

Spring Contest 2014 Results With pride and joy we present: The Winners of The Spring Short Story Contest 2014…

It was a bleak year, and a bleaker month that began the Maying. There was some employment to be had at the…

"Oh, God, I wish it would rain. Just a bit, just enough to break this spell."

Experts say that when we come in contact with new people, our minds form first impressions in seven-tenths of a…

Camp Cucumber I found an advertisement on the bulletin board at the Career Counselor Center at York University…

Jim swung closed the door of his black sports car and headed to the closest pedestrian crossing. The streets were…

He chided himself for being nervous about the bats and settled in for the night

The shimmering heat of the outback wanes as the sun descends, transforming the land from quartz through opal to…