short story

“I’m telling you, she was a witch.” “Thank you, Mrs. Miller.” Detective Barnes glanced over at his partner who was concluding his interview, then looked down to review his notes,…

“I hate him.” Kelly was unpersuasive. “You say that about all your guys.” Veronica continued stocking crackers. “I hate him the most.” Kelly opened another case of Trader Joe’s crackers…

Dear Life, I’m writing to express my dissatisfaction with the recent years you’ve provided. Frankly, they haven’t lived up to the marketing brochure that lured me into this existence. As…

In the heart of Greenwood Apartments, four grandmothers – Edna, Mildred, Rose, and Alice – lived independently, on different floors. A series of robberies left them shaken and vulnerable. The…

She was a young child in a yellow dress. Old enough to loudly ask questions of strangers, but too young to be by herself, let alone in a gym. Although…

Lucy awoke New Year’s Day contemplating her ambivalence for resolutions. On the one hand, she considered them a benign amusement: an indulgence to one’s imagination. On the other hand, she…

There’s a reason Mr. Jensen didn’t go out late at night. And it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that his vision is not as good as it…