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Category Archives: Short Story
Don’t Let It Beat You
It took me a year to die. A year. Every single day more painful than every day before it, and every single day hearing people telling me to fight. “Don’t let it beat you,” they’d say, as if it was … Continue reading
Good Scotch
Carl would say, in his own defense, that no reasonable man would have taken such an offer seriously. Carl did not, and he considered himself a reasonable man. He accepted only because he thought it was the opening to a bar … Continue reading
Kos the Runner
Kos ran through the tunnel as fast as he could. As fast as his hands and feet would allow up the rough rock incline. His quarry had a head start, but Kos was a Runner. He’d been this way a … Continue reading
Raiders (chapter 2)
Inside the kidnappers flyer, Harkins could see that there was another woman at the controls in the cockpit. This one was considerably more ragtag than the woman who called herself Lovac. She wore a threadbare vest and shirt that appeared … Continue reading
The Bonding
On the day of my Bonding my mother cried. When I awoke she was weeping, and my father held her, comforting her. I asked what was wrong, but they did not answer me. I asked my mother why she cried, … Continue reading
Dear Jess,
I don’t know if this letter will get to you. The book says it should, but the book has lied before. We’ve figured some stuff out about it while you’ve been gone. For starters, as far as we can tell, … Continue reading
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Skittering
They come out in the fall. That’s their season, and that’s when they’re dangerous. It’s when they can blend in. You could see a hundred and you wouldn’t think anything of it. You’re not really looking for them after all. … Continue reading
Sick
I’m sick. It’s not my fault. I was careful. I was so careful. I wear a mask, I wear gloves, I use sanitizer all the time. I was careful. I know how it happened. On my way to work. I … Continue reading
Maria (continued)
[Bit late on posting the story this week. Sorry about that :p] There were lights on in the hallway, the same dim light strips that lined the walls in their room lined the walls beyond the door. Ok, where ever … Continue reading
Maria
Maria breathed in deep as she woke up. She didn’t open her eyes yet, as she was considering staying in bed for awhile. It was Sunday, and if her mother found her awake before nine, she’d insist on Maria accompanying … Continue reading
Fred Hesser 