Short Fiction and Poetry

What at first appeared to be a thick green vine clinging to the trunk of the ancient tree past which she was walking [...]

When at first Rusty the Poodle got hit with a golf ball, everyone ran up wobbly to him [...]

Of all the characters that inhabit my childhood memories, few have reached the prominence of Klark Lionel Elyon Gold. He was mute [...]

She’s trapped in a crush of clothes at the front of the thrift store -“JUST IN!”, like snippets of breaking news. [...]

My boyfriend Kyle and I were big fans of horror movies. So, when my parents went to Italy for two weeks, I was in my glory [...]

The first time Bridget saw the flames flicker to life on the far dark shore of the lake that bordered her home, Hagan had already been [...]

5:30 p.m. Dark already. And cold. Just want to get home, enjoy a glass of wine, eat something, put on my pajamas, watch TV or a movie [...]

The familiar sound of the dial-up modem bleated into the kitchen from across the house. Emmitt turned the volume knob up [...]

I don’t remember how we met. Everyone says it was in preschool, but I couldn’t tell you what we said to each other [...]

I remembered the room because of its blaring lack of remarkability. The bed was blue, the couch light blue. The rug was also light blue[...]

Raina went out to play with her friends as she did every day after school. She was a precocious seven-year-old [...]

“This is going to be a good day for you,” the wind told him. “Can you smell it?” The man looked at the trees quietly for a while. [...]

From the first moment I saw her, I knew she was different; knew she was trouble. Not in the way the other girls I’d known were trouble [...]

“It looks like a giraffe.” Rod’s arm snaked across her shoulders, guiding her to the topiary shrub signifying the end of the path. [...]

Blood drips down my ivory dress—it might as well be a tablecloth now. Here lies my beloved fiance, my husband-to-never-be [...]

The giant Inukshuk stood tall in the frozen wasteland. A lone solitary beacon, its black stone a deep contrast to the white hills [...]

I lean against a light pole, sipping watery whiskey. My ex rounds the corner, foraging between the cracks of the sidewalk in stumbles [...]

“Can you help me to go home?” asked the little girl. My mouth hung open slightly, as I stepped down the steps [...]

In the morning the window has been thrown open, last night’s storm upending the terracotta pots and herbs on the ledge. [...]

The boy sat for a long time with his back against the tree, eyes closed, enjoying the sun. Large white clouds floated slowly past [...]