Category Archives: Short Story

INFINITY

Jacob stumbled to the pool and plunged his head into the water. Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice told him to take sips, but he ignored it, gulping in the tepid liquid. Then his stomach twisted and … Continue reading

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AIN’T GOOD

“Look at all them owls in that tree,” said Lowell. His jowls wobbled as he wiped sweat from his face with an already soaked and disgusting orange sleeve. Harvey wrinkled his nose. The putrid scent blowing down the hill wasn’t … Continue reading

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DEADWOOD

If I close my eyes I can see it as it was before that night; quaint little buildings with lit up signs, craft and antique shops filled with assorted treasures. I used to love walking up and down the street … Continue reading

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FOAM

“Let him have it,” said Alice. “He’s almost got it contained.” “One more minute,” said Jim as he and Alice watched Mr. Turner corral the foam into a neat circle. There was always a little scum floating at the water’s … Continue reading

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SNOWBALL SAVES THE DAY

Everywhere that Snowball looked he saw sad faces and drooped shoulders. Sally at the salon pat his head and gave a halfhearted smile. Even Happy Harold from the hardware store looked dejected. All the gloomy faces made Snowball’s big brown … Continue reading

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Fire Hot Rescue

“Drop that hose here, Ryan. Hook it up fast. I want to wash off the road and get out of this uniform.” “I hear you. Having to wear the oxygen tanks as well isn’t fair. How did we get stuck … Continue reading

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RIVER GODS

Sheets of water streamed behind Mark Mayfield’s speedboat as he turned hard at yet another twist of the Tuscahana River. Adrenaline soared through his veins. Navigating these hairpin turns at high speed took all his concentration.  Some called the annual … Continue reading

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