A boy under the cancerous spell of his abusive father. A town under the deprived grip of misogyny and violence. Both stunted and silenced with fear.
C. T. Puckett
Your phone's dead, you're on a train and you need to make a call. For some, this is easy, for Mr. Manner, not so much.
Rather than a self contained piece, this is really a character-based prologue as a lead in to a longer story. The details of the story largely aren't pertinent to this, which is a character drama.
A slice of life short story about a shared moment on the roads.
A landlord attempts to rent out a house. He interviews several "different" applicants. How will he ever decide who is the ideal tenant?
This is not a horror story. It's actually a sweet story. Inspired by recent essay submissions, and by Brooke's mention in Rolling Stone, I decided to revisit and finish an essay started years ago.
A desperate man decides to buy a rental property to help resolve a financial need. The tenants he interviews may have a few secrets of their own.
Something short, something fun. Ever have a phone conversation with someone who won't let you get a word in? This is that story. Plus a little road rage with the holiday season upon us.
The chaotic landscape of an uprooted field in Virginia and one specific man with nothing and everything to lose.
A short story about a guy written by a guy.
This story is a continuation of Whimsy Jones which I submitted a few days ago.
A short story told from the perspective of a young girl and her experience with window wells.
A young man and woman are at a crossroads in their tenuous relationship. Each have a different view of their future.
What we do when no one is watching.
A day in the life of a revolutionary.
A couple. A journey. Grief.
What happens when your unconscious wants to return to your past?
Angel has a problem: he needs to drop off this skitch. The words of his parents and other authority figures echo in his head as he weighs the risks and benefits of continuing down the road he's on.
A lonely girl trades her wounds for attention.
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A short poem about a boy in a park watching old men play their game.
Getting revenge without knowing you're getting it.
an American immigrant relives a traumatic escape - mass shooting involved...
A nightmare for two cops.
Sometimes certain people need to stay home.