Short Story

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…

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

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

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…

Some folks say your hands can tell the story of your life. Well, my hands can't talk, but

Missing Roman Artifact: This is the story of a crime committed in the Bristol Museum and how the Freemasons…

The Hardest Thing: The phone was ringing and he knew who. “Hello?” “Please let me speak with-” “Speaking.”…