Category Archives: Short Stories

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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He asked me to watch

“Are you sure you can handle this?” the man asked me, handing me a wad of 100s. Stefani sat on the bed across from me, her black tank top pulled and bra up to her neck, exposing her pointy breasts … Continue reading

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The Creator

Tom Daranbout sat at the end of the long dining room table, staring at the gray walls around him. At one point they had been a cream color. His face hid behind a long gray beard. He wore a worn … Continue reading

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Coping with Disaster: A Manic’s Tale

John woke up in a hospital bed. There was nothing but bare walls and a door with small slit through which he could see a nurse’s station. He had no idea how or why he was there. With nothing but … Continue reading

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Heather’s Sway

  “Guess what, Jimmy?” “What?” “I said guess, silly.” Wrinkles formed on James’s forehead as he pretended to concentrate. He forgot how girls could be. “You’re drunk,” he said. “Well, yeah. But that’s not it. Try again.” “You got me.” … Continue reading

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