Category: Short Story
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Missed Connection
It was Tuesday. I sat in the same little coffee shop that I always did each morning. It wasn’t the best coffee but it was walking distance from my house and I liked the vibe. I checked the time and then looked towards the door. Like clockwork, the tall, dark, and handsome guy walked in.…
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Paris at Night
It was quiet. He wasn’t used to the quiet. Not anymore. A part of him itched to hurry his pace, as though something was wrong, but he managed to ignore it. Stars above shone as brightly here as they did anywhere, and yet they seemed more vibrant. Maybe it was the lack of smoke in…
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Sanctuary: Part 2
The days bled together in a terrible monotony with Chey’s only variation being how often she needed to repair the salt ring. Each time she was tempted to make a run for it. Prowlers were a pursuit predator, moving steadily towards their prey at a pace just slower than Chey could jog. The nearest town…
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I Sat in a Tree
I sat in a tree today. I climbed just high enough that I was nervous but not afraid. The branch was thick and sturdy but still made me sore from sitting there for so long. Above me was a hornet nest, or maybe it was wasps. I never learned to tell the difference. Either way…
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Sanctuary: Part 1
It was a small house, little more than a square, fifteen feet on either side, that Chey found herself in. Currently she was lying on her back on the dirt floor, staring up at the underside of the thatch roof. The days here were hot and the nights only slightly cooler with the ever-present humidity…
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Seconds of Sunlight
Generations had passed while the sun was diminished. No, not the sun, but the view of it from earth. Rings of solar panels filled the void around the sun, slowly but surely blocking it’s light to the earth. What was that light, though, when compared with the enormous energy being captured by the rings? That…
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Behind the Walls
It was common knowledge that cats sometimes sit and stare at a nothing. Sorin’s cat had been doing that for hours at a time the last few days, but always with the same span of wall. “What’s up Mister Lemon?” he asked as Sorin finally stopped what he was doing and joined his cat, Mister…
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Pen Pal
There was an hour before lunch. No activities were planned for right now so Sandra just sat by herself in one of the pseudo-living room areas of the care home. The television was on but the sound was off. She ignored it. She didn’t care much for television anyway. It was all superheroes and explosions…
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Starting Over
It was a gloriously bright and sunny day, yet for Shune it might as well have been raining. He wanted to run but he forced himself to walk. He had little choice. His uneven gait was obvious even when he tried to hide it. The cane was also an obvious give away that running was…
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The New Guy: Part 3
Navigating in a straight line was difficult once John was back down on the ground. He kept climbing up other trees and using them to relocate the tree house. More than once he found he’d been turned all the way around and was heading in the opposite direction. It didn’t matter that the sun overhead…
Bridge of Broken Glass 