Category: Short Stories

Bill couldn’t tell what was up or down, left or right, forward or behind. He ran a hand through his black hair and pulled it back, revealing a scar little more than half an inch wide. His hand was covered in sweat. This disorientation gave him pause. He shook himself. There was no turning back…

Red velvet drapes, long enough to touch the floor, covered every window. Mr. Gerhardt, a Mr. Kurt Gerhardt of Gerhardt and Son: Funeral and Cremation Services, turned off the vacuum, grasped one drape, and with its golden tassel, tied it off to the side, letting sunlight into a room nearly as dark and devoid of…

The coffee overflows my mug as I pour, burning its way over my hand and down my leg, but I ignore the pain as a light like sunlight impregnates my mind. Within that light, face obscured as though by a halo, I make out a shock of messy black hair. He, James, is back. I…

The classroom evoked in me the image of an upside-down ice cream cone sliced neatly down the middle. A middle-age scoop of female professor stood at the pinnacle. Her short-cropped pink hair, puffy like strawberry ice cream on top, bounced as she gestured enthusiastically. Her name was Olivia White, Miss Olivia White. She sported a…

He looked up from his notecards, straight into a single green eye of the jolliest looking leprechaun he had ever seen, lounging in a bright green suit in front of a pot of gold. The decal was peeling off the bus’s window due to the ice so that the other eye, gray on the back…

A bouquet of roses, gingerbread cookies, and a gallon of milk inch their way along the conveyor belt toward me. The store is packed. I’ll never understand why people wait until Christmas Eve to do their holiday shopping. Across the lane, my coworker, a woman in her seventies, tries to lift a twenty-four pack of…