Category: Short Story
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Leaving in the Rain
There was a whole lifetime of regret staring Pat in the face. Behind him was everything that had ever brought him really joy. Yet he couldn’t turn away, couldn’t turn back. For as long as he could remember he’d felt the tug at his soul to keep on moving, never staying in any one place…
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Spending Time
The year was 2021 and the number of down and out folks and problems in the world was all anybody ever seemed capable of talking about. Everybody, that is, except for Huw Gittins. That scrappy twig of a man didn’t care whether it was raining or shining, whether he was winning or losing. He was…
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The Offer
There was a stillness to the house that people instinctively recognize yet can never fully define. Although the stillness held no threat, it was nonetheless a stillness that made most people uneasy. It was the stillness of a place where someone was about to die. Cadence was old. She was also sick and weary but…
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Visiting Hours
The second hand on the clock sliced the crawling time in silent ticks. It was odd to see the motion without hearing anything. Most clocks with a second hand made at least some ticking sound. This clock was an exception. There were other sounds, of course. Muffled voices sometimes drifted in from outside the room,…
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What the Sleepers See
A terrible, throat tearing cry echoed around the small room as the body on the table thrashed against its bonds. It only lasted a few seconds. It always only lasted a few seconds. Then they were still and muttered horrible gibberish. “She’ll be fully awake in a few more minutes,” Dr. Ambrose droned. “Tell her…
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Clearing
Can there be peace in all this noise? Jeth huddled beside the earthen embankment as yet another explosion sent debris flying everywhere, choking the air with smoke and dust. Fortunately, no one was killed this time. His chest and head ached from the repeated concussions but he didn’t have time to pay that discomfort much…
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Waiting in the Cold
Why did waiting rooms for doctors have to always be so cold? Even in the middle of winter it seemed the AC was still pumping out cold air. Kara often asked the receptionists to raise the temperature. They always had similar responses. “Sorry, we don’t have control over the temperature.” “Many of our guests don’t…
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An Uninvited Guest
It was another sleepless night for Asam. His old aches and pains acted up more frequently whenever the seasons were transitioning and he took his current discomfort to mean that Spring was on its way. Whether he stayed in bed or not, he would be in pain, so he threw off the covers and climbed…
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Trying to Remember
“Okay, let’s see,” Phillip said aloud to himself while checking over his gear one last time. His tent, sleeping bag, and foam pad were all tied to the back of the pack. The side pockets had his first aid kit, tinderbox, snacks, and water bottles. The main pouch held his clothes, food, hatchet, and other…
Bridge of Broken Glass 