Category: Short Story
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Consensus: Part 2
Shopping was not something Melvin enjoyed. All the people and motion could overwhelm him and really get his hallucinations going which in turn would set off his panic attacks. On more than one occasion he’d found himself standing in the middle of an aisle, tears streaming down his face, and no idea how long he’d…
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Golden Husky
Boot sequence initiating The high pitched hum of electricity was barely audible but in the dead of night it was the only sound. Motors began to activate, as well as the internal gyroscope, and they added their own faint noises to the otherwise quiet evening. With an almost melodic whine, the golden, quadrupedal body stepped…
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Light in the Storm
Rain beat against the outside of the lighthouse and lightning flashed with some regularity, illuminating the tiny space inside. The thunder that followed would shake the whole structure and threatened to break the glass in the windows. Mikhael checked on the lamp once more, ensuring it remained burning bright so anyone caught out in this…
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Late Delivery
The television in the other room blared with its volume almost up to the max. Doreen did it on purpose. Her hearing wasn’t that bad, no matter what she said about all her years on the bomb squad. She did it because she knew he would hear it no matter where he went in the…
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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…
Bridge of Broken Glass 