Confession
Murderer! Murderer! I thought I would ne’er hear that word. But to my woe, you now bestow that label — many times have I heard. Now this is the day that I ...
Stories & Poems - page 20
- drama 137
- fantasy 34
- fiction 1
- flash 180
- horror 75
- humour 62
- poetry 37
- scifi 20
- short-story 26
- thriller 71
Prefer to read a series from the beginning? Haley's War is an unfinished chaotic fever dream, but it's a helluva ride.
Herb’s Bad Week
Herb was delusional. He fancied himself a ladies man and a friend to all his peers in the office. He was his boss’s trusted lieutenant and the only one who w...
Tommy Collects
Tommy Andolini was a brute. That simple fact, coupled with an adversarial disposition, made him well-suited to his profession. In truth, he loved his job. Wo...
Artemis Nightrise
Evie had a problem. She was overwhelmed. The coven hadn’t assembled like this in more than two-hundred years. She was unsure how many of the Night-seekers we...
Deus Ex Machina
“Where’s my son?” Luthur Pinderton slammed his large hand against the cinder-block that framed the window of the interrogation room. Inside, Detective Goran...
Free-Fall
Josie screamed in her helmet.
Emerald Fire
I had just parked my car and pressed the lock button when I noticed her. The old woman on the street pushed her shopping cart, stuffed to the brim with her l...
The Doorway
I climbed the back staircase of my grandparent’s old house. The layers upon layers of white paint adorned the railing and casings. They were only slightly du...
Timmy Calls Wish Fulfillement
“Hello. Wish Fulfillment Department, a division of Hopes and Dreams Incorporated. Welcome to our Customer Care Centre. Please listen carefully to the followi...
A Bargain
Saturday mornings were never complete without the obligatory yard sale run. We’d hop in the family beater and dash from trailer to trailer all over the park ...
Martin Makes His Stand
Martin slipped his battered old pickup into neutral and turned the engine off. Ol’ Trusty coasted behind the bluff and crunched on the gravel shoulder. He wi...
Masks
Every day of the week he wears masks, trading one mask for another. His true self always guarded and held apart from the world of men.