Short Stories Category

We Can Be Heroes

Fantasy. A genre without boundaries, without limitations. Gods walk among us and magic thrives in every living thing. The impossible is attainable and the sky isn’t even the limit. But is that only contained in the realm of fiction? I used to think so. I’ve spent more time than I care to mention with my […]

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A Step Behind

A short guide (and memoir) to beginning your author journey. Being a new writer is hard work. And I’m not even talking about the writing part—that’s a whole different kind of hard. I’m talking about being a new player in an old game. The world is overflowing with stories. Books, movies, plays, games, you name […]

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Only the Best

Today is the day. I can just feel it. I rise from my bed, the clarity of wakefulness washing over me as I consider the woman of my dreams. I glance out the window, and the pleasant scene induces an honest smile. Maybe it’s the warm spring morning, melting away my anxiety and fear. Maybe […]

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A Rose by Any Other Name

The world is dust, nothing but shades of black and white. Rolling dunes of grey paint a bland countryside devoid of depth, detail, and emotion. The ground trembles at my feet; I kneel, examining a small mound of filth as it pulsates, growing larger and darker. A stray gust of wind brushes across the surface […]

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Thirty Texts (Writing Prompt 22)

The prompt was: Take the strangest classified advert you’ve seen and broaden on it. Wanted: 30 text messages. One a day for one month. Must be a girl. Will give you messages to send. Will pay $10. Please contact L.C. by text. 546-4562. “Hey, Darlene, come look at this ad.” Will waits for her to […]

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A Worthwhile Contract (Writing Prompt 20)

The prompt was: I should have read the contract. I didn’t know how good I had it. Well, it’s far too late, now. Isn’t that how it always goes? Hindsight is twenty-twenty…I think that’s what they say. Why is that? Why couldn’t I see things the way they truly were, rather than through my ignorant, […]

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From Writer to Author

I’m a writer. I know it, you know it, my mother knows it, my ex-neighbor from eight years ago knows it. But I don’t want to be a writer…I want to be an author. Is there a difference? I think so. I’ve had it ingrained since I was young that writers write, but authors get […]

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I Didn’t (Writing Prompt 19)

The prompt was: On this page, I write my last confession… I have a confession to make. Many, many confessions, to be honest. The truth is, I didn’t do it—any of it. When I was four years old, my mom asked if I wanted to do gymnastics. I didn’t say yes; I didn’t even know […]

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After NaNoWriMo 2015

It’s the last day of 2015, and I feel like I’m running late for the new year already. It’s been a busy couple of months, and I don’t think I’ve worked this hard since my days in the Navy (which says a lot about the past eight years). However, the last few months in overdrive […]

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Emma (Writing Prompt 18)

The prompt was: You wake up on a Saturday and while lying in bed think about your to-do list. When you leave your bedroom, though, everything is different: the house, the people, everything. Your room stays exactly the same, but it contains a clue about what changed. So what happened? And can you fix it? […]

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