Short Story

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,…

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

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

I couldn’t have been older than eight when it happened. Weekends in summer, my parents and I stayed at my…

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

Thursday Night Lola: It's Thursday Night at The Slippery Salamander Art Gallery - Lola's second adventure.…

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

Grandmother's Bleeding Hearts: That damn radio blasted day and night with church songs - she would sing with…

Alex Eversen: Ah, the adolescent years when the traumas of school form everlasting habits and personal traits…

Everyone called him “Spatako,” and he was a commercial driver plying the Lagos routes in Ife's village. Quite a…

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…

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