Category: short story
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Grandpa’s Cell Phone
There was a knock at the door, and Artie found a UPS box sitting on his No One’s Home Went Fishing door mat. He retrieved it and went back to his recliner. The ball game was blearing a fresh home run for the other team, and Artie just shook his head in disgust. Reaching for…
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The Perfect Moment
Cole and his girlfriend, Georgia, had been dating for five years, and throughout their time together, they had experienced so many fun and unique things. Their first date was at a local art museum, where they instantly bonded over their shared love of art, music, poetry, books, and pottery. Georgia worked at the art museum…
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Arrivederci, Common Sense
The website had promised wind in your hair. Sara had interpreted this loosely, given that she’d be wearing a helmet, but she’d allowed herself the fantasy anyway: sun-warmed roads, the glitter of the Mediterranean, and herself looking effortlessly continental, like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday, gamine and windswept. People back home would be unbearable about…
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“Whisper Comes Home” (Excerpt from the Unpublished Novel Women of the Horse)
September 9, 1968. The Barn Whisper’s new stall has been ready for a night and a day. The oat straw, golden in the afternoon light, is fluffed a foot deep and banked deeper still on the sides of the tie stall. The water bucket is full and clipped, just so, in the manger. The manger…
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The Hide Away
Sheana sat on a stool, her elbows on the counter and her face in her palms. She stared at a lonely leaf barely hanging onto an empty branch outside. If a customer entered her store, she would happily greet them. Business has slowed down over the past three months as people have preferred online electronic…
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Secretly A Mermaid
Calypso had always loved being in the water since she was a little girl. There was nothing she loved more than feeling the salty ocean water in her hair after a long day of swimming at the beach. Luckily for Calypso, she grew up in Florida, which meant that she had never had a childhood…
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Sharpie And Plastic
I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the cool glass of the window. Bus smell, as I’ve come to call it, reached my nose. Usually, it filled me with anticipation. Right now, it reminded me I no longer had a home. And we hit another pothole. “Ow,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead. Pulled out…
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The Man On The Moon
There once was a man named Louis who would sometimes work until very late at night. When he came home, his young son, Brandon, would often wake up wondering where his dad had been. Louis worked as a certified public accountant, and when you’re an accountant, that sometimes means working until very late each night.…
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Autonomous Headphones
She thought she was hearing things. She flopped down on her hotel bed with her headphones on, book in hand. There was still some time before she had to meet her friends to go out. Her finger found the small oblong button on the side of her headphones and gently pushed it down. All sound,…
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Let Them
“I love it!” Allison exclaims as she pulls out the perfume bottle. It is beautiful, tall, and clear, with a rose-gold cap. It smells divine, fruity with floral undertones in it. Danielle beams and pulls Allison into a tight hug. “Happy birthday!” she says, her voice filled with sisterly love. Allison looks at her partner,…