short-stories

The day had begun like any other ordinary day for Barnabas Crackle. That is to say, as extra-ordinarily as his days typically began, which were the usual for our faithful protagonist.

What your mind sees when you close your eyes marks the entrance to an endless universe: your imagination.

I been starin' at the back a Jimmy Nelson's head for four grades now and I been noticin' how his blond hair curls against the skin on his neck and the birthmark shaped like a half-moon I wanna press my fingernail into.

Hanging from every corner, above every window, standing on every shelf and tabletop, were dozens of handmade birdcages. Nomi had crafted them all, mostly out of old fishing twine, scraps of nets, and chicken wire. Woven in between the bars of the cages were bits of seashells, crab shells, pebbles, and driftwood she had scavenged along the beach. In a pinch she had made a few out of old clothes hangers she had scissored apart and woven together with strips of a negligee or shirt. Each one was personal, each one was unique, each one was a story

Spooky Twisties:All things Spooky, here beginThey lay and wait, in books within.They sometimes pass, in open space.Then leave and go, without a trace.Some appear on the spot.Some we know, others not.Sometimes we are afraid to say,__eave us now_, or beg to stay.At times they leave a sign beyond,A gentle breeze, or note from song.Be not afraid, to read story__ close.For in the dark, your spirit goes.

It__ a case of mistaken identity. It__ one big mistake. You weren__ even in the country when it happened.__aja in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup

On the outside, I 'm a husband and a father to three sons. I end to keep quiet and stay to myself. That way I stay out of trouble as much as possible. Some people say I'm almost too quiet but it's like that saying goes, it's the quiet ones you have to watch out for...

A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.

Just tell yourself they're only stories. Pamela K. Kinney (Spectre Nightmares and Visitations)

She's as old as the hills, evil as a snake, all malevolence and magic and death.

The short story, I should point out, is perforce a labor of love in today's literary world; there's precious little economic incentive to write one...

The task ahead of you is never as great as the power within you.

We lie to protect our children, and in lying we expose them to the greatest of harms

Mr Benz, the parapet of an Italian bridge doesn__ look like the proper place for you,_ said Chase.

It was Chase who had obtained the information from the girl__ boyfriend during a party in an Irish pub, simply by using his British friendliness and charm.

Have you ever been in jail, mate? Whatever you did in your life, nothing can be compared to a single day in jail.

Paoletta turned to him with a dark face.__ou__ better watch out, Chase. He__ passed over to the evil side.

There was a brown substance inside and Chase had no doubt: it was heroin. Only a tiny amount, but very pure." - Cutting Right to the Chase Vol.2