Even though you said it was for revenge, I knew you were lying. It wasn’t that you were especially hiding it from me.
No. You could care less about what I thought. 346 more words
‘Can we talk?’ she asked, pacing up and down her studio apartment.
‘Can we talk?’
The words echoed against empty walls and a low lampshade. Red light came through from the traffic light outside her window. 492 more words
1 hour, 21 minutes
“Mia! Honey can you set the table please?” Lily asks from the living room downstairs.
“Sure, no problem!” I call back.
Tearing my eyes away from the book I was reading, I look up at the clock – 6:45 p.m. 638 more words
3 hours, 3 minutes
Coffee and Irony
If all short stories had the fierce, ferocious immediacy of Jahla Seppanen’s, I’d read a lot more short stories.
“I don’t miss her as I thought I would. 110 more words
8 hours, 46 minutes
Below him, a collage of machine age craft motifs emerged. A superb metropolis of design once dreamed, colour and symmetry. Broad streets and treed boulevards. 1,164 more words
10 hours, 4 minutes
The Story of the Four
This past week’s Mid-Week Blues Buster challenge posted a prompt from Levon Helm’s “False Hearted Lover Blues.” This was the first time I wrote a story for this blog, and I must say, it was quite fun: 730 more words
11 hours, 12 minutes
I found something nailed on the top of my doorframe this morning. A mid-shin length blue sock, hanging down as if to remind me of something. 125 more words
12 hours, 48 minutes