Archive for the ‘Short Stack’ Category
It’s been I don’t know how many years and I’m still fooling myself that I could be a writer. I’ve »
“That’s it,” Mercury said. “The flying cars have failed us. Talking screens have enveloped on themselves. We’re spoiled. There’s no »
Debbie walks from one end of the bar and approaches the two men seated. She wipes the counter for the »
Daryl is still waking up as he walks the aisles and picks up trash. He straightens shelves and scratches the »
Sam knocked on the door to apartment 54 three times and took a step back. As he waited a young »
“You intrigue me,” said the fat man in the sweat suit. I could feel the repulsed expression form on my »
This mattress is full of sounds; I toss and turn unable to sleep because every move I make can be »
For those of you who have dreamed about writing a novel but have never found the discipline to do so, »
Jessica Lee Garrison has a distinct approach to the short story. Her dialogue is erotic but not overly so, »
Troy sat down with a bagel and a cup of coffee and took a bite out of the bagel. It »
At one o’clock I typed my employee number and took several deep breaths. “Another eight hours of your life–no big »
My girlfriend was a sexy flight attendant. Probably larger and sexier than most flight attendants. To be honest, »
Detective Canter sent an officer to get a pizza a few blocks away from the precinct. He didn’t want to »
The TV was on some show that had been canceled but that didn’t really matter. The beauty of this day »
When I was sixteen I had a friend that was on house arrest. He sat inside and wore tattered jeans »
In the far corner of town you’ll find a diner on the other side of the overpass called Lori’s. It’s »
The house was more inset from the street than any other house on the lot. Jim would have missed it »
He was tired. Smearing a mosquito across his cheek, he clenched his teeth and swallowed. The evening fog »
Lucy had run out of finger nails. All of them were chewed to within inches of the cuticle; reduced to »
