Short Stories

Creative Writing has been a part of me forever now, but I have trouble writing short things. If I were a more prolific, that might not be a problem, but since that seems harder, I'll just have to settle for practicing writing short things as well. Maybe one of these won't turn out bleak.

Slow Blink

Boots opened her eyes a little. The late Spring sun painted the roughly equidistant trees and neatly trimmed hedges outside the window in...

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42.4 cm

The sharp, jagged line of ink on Mr L.'s right forearm did a poor job of hiding the scars. Esther tucked down the sleeve of the dress...

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Juice

It's remarkable how quickly one can get used to horrific visuals, once one has convinced oneself that it's normal and necessary. Mr. Hill...

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Beneath The Continent

Even in an airtight vessel, you can feel the pressure. It's not exactly what one would understand as pressure just by sensation, but much...

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The Taste of Money

Alyne vaulted over railing, dropping into the gap between the two building towering over the sprawl. She had marked it on her way up as a...

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The Second Mrs. Roberts

I am the second Mrs. Roberts. At the time that was what I became it had felt special. Now, as I sit at the dimly lit bar across Mrs....

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Line 3 to Central Station at 11:38

Two figures stood at the far ends of a bus station. It was late, the time of day usually only reserved for those looking for the silence...

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Pale Green Fingers

It's been a while since anybody paid the park's association. Somebody somewhere once decided that keeping up with all the tasks that came...

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Christmas in Red

There was an odd inanity in fingerless gloves that was hard to ignore when carrying a box through the cold. Noelle balanced the cardboard...

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Colony 33 φ

"Эדתܒ ޒठသ? Эדᛘתܒ ޒသ? ....?" P tilted her head slightly, nudging the symbols into place correctly. Oh, this was about the paper strips...

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