Short Story

  • Season’s Bleedings

    Pink Hydra: Nicholas unfolded the kitchen towel wrapped around what he assumed were some pedestrian white buns from a Paula Deen recipe. The pungent smell attacked his nostrils as his fingertips sizzled and smoked. “Garlic knots! That devious wench is… Continue reading

    Season’s Bleedings
  • Always the Bridesmaid

    Dusty Attic Publishing: “David! Come my love, everyone is waiting.” Ashley’s voice rang out. Suddenly, hundreds of flickering candles illuminated, casting shadows onto the rows of wedding guests and spotlighting Ashley, her white dress reflecting waves of yellow, orange and… Continue reading

    Always the Bridesmaid
  • The Lies We Tell Ourselves

    Writer’s Workout: Tammy’s breath hung in the chill of the visitor’s area. A fifteen-year veteran of bitter coffee and plastic chairs, she’d arrived early, positioning herself at a coveted table on the far wall, away from the drafty door. She… Continue reading

    The Lies We Tell Ourselves
  • The Great Grandora Galloping Gazelle’s Mall-Walker Turf War

    Little Old Lady Press: The Great Grandora Galloping Gazelle’s Mall-Walker Turf War: The Grandora Gazelles Mall Walking Club has no affiliation with the unsanctioned rogue group, The Grandora Grass Belles Mall Walkers. Gazelle’s co-president Dorothy Tillburger was stripped of her… Continue reading

    The Great Grandora Galloping Gazelle’s Mall-Walker Turf War
  • Mustard Pickles and Potato Pies

    Trashlight Press: Genevieve slid her skis, one after the other, over the untouched snow, staring at the limp bundle of hair protruding from Marcel’s beanie like the damp tail of an elderly marmot. Only a sliver of orange on the… Continue reading

    Mustard Pickles and Potato Pies
  • From The Darkest Storms

    The Lit Nerds: I blow a chilly draft through my sister’s fingers, prompting her to drop her crochet hook and stoke the fire. A storm like this could knock the power out for days. I float into the kitchen and… Continue reading

    From The Darkest Storms
  • The Storm Before the Calm

    Elegant Literature Issue #30 Silent Storms: Maryanne slunk toward the exit when her eye caught a small movement between two stacks of shirts. Peering closer she saw the perfect pink face of a perfect pink baby, no bigger than a… Continue reading

    The Storm Before the Calm