Short Stories

  • The smell of Christmas

    The smell of Christmas

    Romi ran through security, clutching her purse and crushing her boarding pass in the bargain. She had never done this before – been so late for a flight – but the stupid, son-of-a-bitch boss could not be bothered with making his point quickly. This after she had told him a bajillion times she had a…

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  • Thirteen Days

    Thirteen Days

    It had been six days. Six days of incessant rainfall and still the rain refused to stop.

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  • Fix You

    Fix You

    “Why won’t you listen to me?” “You are one to talk!” she said with equal fervor. “Do you ever listen?” “Can we not go back to this? Every time I point out something, you point out something else. It doesn’t help. Why can’t you understand I am only…”

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  • Hubris

    Hubris

    I had always thought the day she would tell me she had found her someone special I would be happy and yet there were so many emotions behind that happiness, I felt like I was deceiving her when I hugged her tight and offered my congratulations.

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  • Home

    Home

    The sudden jerk of my neck woke me up. I grunted indelicately as my brain struggled to make peace with the cruel ending of the most glorious dream. I came to with a gasp, relieved I hadn’t drooled over the train window my right cheek had been plastered to. Blinking rapidly, I looked around, thankful…

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  • The Lighthouse

    The Lighthouse

    The memories flooded her like a maelstrom of vivid images, half truths and naked lies. This was the reason she had put off visiting the lighthouse for so long. But a time comes when putting something off no longer works and you are forced, by circumstances or otherwise, to confront all those glorious memories. That…

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  • The old man

    The old man

    An old man sat at a desk, his head buried into his chest, eyes closed and arms crossed across a bloated tummy. His legs were crossed too. Lips pouted in concentration, reading glasses held precariously on the nose, soft snores could be heard coming from his being. His clothes were rumpled, mismatched and faded. The…

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