Categoría: a short story
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it is time to give up by Bogdan Dragos
Yeah, it’s one of those evenings when reality just doesn’t want to cooperate When you’ve given it your all and feel like there’s nothing left but to mourn the pages lay scattered about like autumn leaves, only with less value At least the leaves serve a purpose, don’t they? while…
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“Jose Cuervo” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
“I thought I knew you, Baby,” said Dan worriedly, circling round the kitchen table. Baby opened her mouth, but no sounds emerged. Then she laid her head down on the table. “What can I do to help?” asked Dan. Still, Baby said nothing. “Would a little tequila help?” asked Dan,…
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Middle Finger 2 Gravity
By Katya Mills I stood up in the window frame and fastened the bamboo blinds to the screws and let go. The anchors pulled out of the drywall and the whole thing fell into my arms. Damn. We must have used the wrong drill bit. I jumped down from the…
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“WHAT TO DO WITH TIME” by Duane L Herrmann
“I’m so bored here. There’s nothing to do,” Grunge said to himself as he looked idly at the books on the shelf in front of him in his cell. He hadn’t read most of them. He reached out and pulled down a book, barely glancing at the title, “Some Answered…
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“Molly at Home” by Bill Tope
Molly Ringer stood forlornly in her kitchen, dutifully feeding her cat, Killer. She mechanically scooped teaspoon after gilded teaspoon of Friskies into the feline’s large stainless-steel dish. With each scoop served, Killer nibbled furiously and then looked expectantly up at Molly for more. This went on for some little time.…
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Psychic Cordillera by Walter Bargen
The conversation quickly escalates beyond their own small walled world. From down the hall, voices from an open office make their disembodied way to my desk. I take notes. The poem didn’t bother to knock, in fact, it walked through the closed door. I fold the page into a boat…
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he is… you know by Bogdan Dragos
just a thin, colorless light filtered through the clouds the sun just didn’t bother anymore late autumn It seemed nobody bothered too much there were almost fifty people there all gathered for the funeral He lit a cigarette, not giving a damn what others might say or think, and dragged…
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“Coitus Interruptus” by Bill Tope
It was after midnight, and the clock ticked monotonously on the wall as the eight-year-old approached her mother’s door and pulled it open a crack, allowing a spear of light to penetrate the darkness. It fell upon the dresser, and for a moment, she could see her reflection in the…
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Gary Gautier: A Short Story
Gary Gautier Clown and Tiger The Clown and the Tiger (845 words) «That’s water-turned-wine,» says Annie, archly but without a trace of impatience. «Your turn.» I pull two cards from the top of the deck. Far away, goats’ bells ding, and still further out, glimpsed between the gnarled crosses of olive…
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The Coffin by MUNMUN SAMANTA
“There are so many birds in your garden. Do you know their names?” Kira asked as she stooped to collect black jamuns under the tall tree. She tilted her head, her rabbit-like ears pricked toward the distant whistling. A soft, magical symphony was floating through the morning air, but she…
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“The Gauntlet” by Bill Tope
The whoop, whoop, whoop of the police siren died to a guttural moan as Anais pulled her Kia to the curb just inside the small Ohio town of Springfield, within striking distance of Dayton. She peeped into the rearview mirror and spied a policeman alighting from the cruiser and striding…
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Beneath the stream of reality by Walter Bargen
I don’t know how it got here, I mean I do, if all you want to know is how it was carried down the hall from one office to another, held firmly to avert a call to the custodian, calling forth his disturbed presence, or worse, having to gather cleaning…
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the boys will understand by Bogdan Dragos
one more scroll with the thumb on the screen reveals an ad with a message that reads YOUR DREAM COMING TRUE He immediately skips it but the mind dwells on it a bit longer Dream come true? People should stop associating the achievement of dreams with happiness It’s rarely, if…
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They Loved Liberace by Gerald Yelle
They loved the way he played the piano. The way he wore his hair. The way he smiled and said thank you. The way he sat. The way he turned his head and smiled. The music working its way from his soul to his shoulders and from there to his…
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Interpretation by Walter Bargen
The book I have in my lap, that I move to the desk, that the cat insists upon following and butting gently with its head, enough to make the words sway, fragment, and fall beyond reading, this series of scribbled glyphs cannot possibly say anything to this gray tabby, other…
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“Candy Bill’s” by Bill Tope
Meryl stood with her two sisters, peeping through the display window of the candy shop, and silently observing the striking array of sweets that were perched upon beautiful crystal dishes and vivid red skirting. Meryl licked her pink lips. At her side stood Wendy, who, at seven, was three years…
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