Little Wee Stories
Stephen stood on the escalator, rising.
Ahead of him, bums loomed, large and small, round, flat, all shapes and sizes. He worked hard to look away. 180 more words
20 hours, 49 minutes ago
No one can steal this notebook
I always thought his chair looked strange without him sat in it. You had to sit in the room a long time to get a glimpse of it empty. 299 more words
21 hours, 48 minutes ago
by Mark Westmoreland
Scotty slid in the booth across from Peanut. Peanut mumbled into a cell phone and motioned at their waitress. When he grabbed her attention he pointed at his mason jar of sweet tea and nodded at Scotty. 530 more words
21 hours, 59 minutes ago
Willie wiped his brow and looked out at the desert. There had been stories as far back as the dawn of time about the desert, the Moonboy Hills and those stones. 1,043 more words
1 day, 7 hours ago
Clutter pressed in from all sides. Claustrophobia gripped Andrea’s lungs as she pushed further into the room.
“I’m looking for Jonathan,” she said, barely above a whisper, to the shabby man on the stool beside the door at the back of the room. 166 more words
It was the strangest of times.
The world was full, as were other worlds, of course, but the old one, the first one, our Mother Earth was drowning in people. 386 more words
1 day, 13 hours ago
She had only stepped off the bus, when Katy sent her a text. What was she wearing to the Halloween party? Was she still going as Beyoncé? 800 more words
1 day, 14 hours ago