Short Fiction and Poetry

They rove in hordes, packs on the hunt, rot and decay their realm. Their station has shifted, not up, not down, but sideways [...]

Noah came back on a Sunday. The town called it a sign of God’s goodness, but Mama didn’t see it like that. She could never agree [...]

My lady, a year and a day have passed; yesterday’s snows have melted. But the deep bond we once forged was never broken in my heart. [...]

It was 7 p.m. I was tired and sweaty from a long workday and wanted to go home. But instead, I waited in an uncomfortable hospital [..]

empty belly — the labourers make noise still noise remain under oppressive rule muted — guns silencing us helmets & boots [...]

30 minutes. It was quiet. My palms were starting to sweat and now the pounding in my chest traveled to my ears [...]

In sixth grade, the first year of middle school, our Physical Education teacher was Coach Stogie. He really was shaped like a stubby [...]

“Michelle, they are waiting,” a familiar voice drifted into her consciousness. Michelle, a young woman [...}

The night was defined by a pouring rain and it was as dark as could be, and the woman walking down the street didn’t know anyone [...]

My face stares back at me from my reflection--a white face with searching eyes endowed with a mass of curly waves. [...]