Category Archives: Short Stories

Toledo, OH 1996

Toledo, OH 1996   The boys lived in the East Side of Toledo, which sat east of the Maumee River, hence the name. Two bridges connected connected the isolated side of town to the city: the Hi-Level Bridge and the … Continue reading

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Now Mary is Depressed

Mary was back home now, watching HGTV, spefically an episode about her favorite midgets. I think dwarf is the right word. Or is it little person. I apologize that wasn’t politically correct. She kept telling herself she was a fool … Continue reading

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Twittering Tale #34 – 12 June 2017

Originally posted on like mercury colliding…:
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a prompt, and your mission, if you choose to play along, is to tell a story based on that prompt in 140 characters or less. If…

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The Ongoing Adventure of Mary

For Yesterday’s Installment, go here!   #2   Hello, said Tom, her late husband. Mary glanced out the window afraid of what she would find. Again, there was another tingling sensation. It’s me Tom, he said, and kissed her cheek. … Continue reading

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Twittering Tale #33 – June 6, 2017

  I found this fun challenge over at: https://katmyrman.com/ Twittering Tale #33 Mary looked out the window, hoping for her own little peeping Tom. Just as she looked, she felt the tingling sensation of her late husband.   to be continued… … Continue reading

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The Ghost at My Feet

The Ghost at My Feet (A Variation of the Tale of Lady Margaret and Sweet William) By Michael Medlen   For the past three nights, around midnight, the ghost appeared at the foot of my bed dressed in her old … Continue reading

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Two Boys

Two boys sat on the empty beach of Lake Erie with their backs against a hollow tree trunk that had been washed ashore . They were building a sand castle. Their hands dug deep into the sand until a circle … Continue reading

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