Category «Short Story»

Starfall-Morgan Smith

             Darkness tugs us up and the stars fall down. The sky bends down to kiss the earth, the earth disappearing under skyfall, under stardust, under clouds made to be tread upon leaving so many wandering footprints.                I wonder sometimes whether I am …

Hidden, I Hide- VanessaMarie Caron

Hidden away out of sight and out of mind. That’d been the plan. If it hadn’t been for the year-old layering of dust and cat hair beneath my bed aggravating my allergies, I wouldn’t have been forced to set my eyes on it again.             “I don’t know why you …

Concrete-Peter Beda

Bangzhu woke up slowly with a throbbing headache, a congested nose, and a dry throat. His first thought, dazed by medication, was: “I’m still sick to death.” A few days earlier, he had caught the flu, weakened as he was by the ongoing fights with his wife. “My future ex-wife,” as he cynically called her. …

Tenderlion-Jessica Noyes McEntee

Jesus has given Mrs. O’Connor in Apartment 5C a fifth daughter, although he hasn’t yet given Mr. O’Connor the wherewithal to return home regularly, despite my feverish prayers. Mother sends me to knock on their door before I walk to Gristede’s for groceries. “Can I go on my roller skates?” I ask. Naturally, I’m rebuffed. …

So, I woke up in Egypt- Anthony Afairo Nze

(TWO BEAUTIFUL STORIES BY OUR YOUNG ARTIST) SO, I WOKE UP IN EGYPT I was now thirty-thousand feet in the air, but my mind was completely oblivious to that. I could care less about the fact I was currently on a plane flying in and out of clouds. All I could think about was the …

A Stitch in Primetime- Wendy Lee Klenetsky

It was one of those TV reality-contest–type shows, where budding clothing designers were given a chance to make and display their creations on the bodies of personally- selected models parading on a TV runway. The designers were each vying for fame and fortune in the fashion world: large sums of money and publicity in magazines …

My Cold Feet- Xhevrije Prisoj

It had been a long day. It was our day off, yet our alarm clock went off at 7:00a.m. that morning. I knew by now what it meant to be a soccer mom – day long tournaments were a given, but they were still very tiring. And they almost always started off at an early …

Happiness is Like a Bodhi Tree-Clem Vahe

What we think, we become. -Buddha I’ve read that time travel isn’t supposed to be possible. However, according to certain theories on the nature of wormholes ( hypothetical warped space-time), construction of a traversable would require the existence of a substance with negative energy, often referred to as exotic matter. That would be me. Yesterday …

Flawed Reflections

“Last night I saw him in the eye of little god, depicted in four cornered, the mirror. Those eyes fall perfectly into mine. Nothing in the world can mark his features. Those proportionate lineaments on his face and his perfect hairdo redefine the male subordinates. The crimson curvy smile, mesmerising dark eyes with quilted lashes …