Short Stories

He used to dance barefoot in the kitchen with his wife and baby girl, singing away hunger and broken dreams. Now he sat wrapped…

The world was gray. The skies, the streets, the people — all drained of color as if life itself had been washed out. They…

Rosey had never been afraid of falling. As a kid, she would climb trees higher than anyone else. She’d scrape her knees. She’d even…

I close my eyes and taste the ocean air — salty, sharp, more wild than even me. It fills my lungs in a way…

I can’t even look at my mom anymore. Because the eyes she once loved, she now hates. And I don’t blame her either. Because…

As I put these flowers at her headstone, I can’t help but let the weight of sorrow dampen my eyes. Not because my Grandma…

I wasn’t rich. I wasn’t poor. I wasn’t cute. I wasn’t ugly. I wasn’t tall, nor short. I was average. I’ve always been average….

The window rolls down as a cloud of smoke reaches out to choke me.

“Have you been drinking?”

My brother smiles as he reaches out…

I close my eyes. The sound of people clinking glasses is beautiful, almost like wind chimes. Why, then, do I feel so unbearably sad?…

Only another mile, I thought, keeping my head down. I watched each foot rise and fall, rise and fall, losing myself in the rhythm…