Short Stories

The Break of the Branch

The Break of the Branch

I sat on an oak tree twice removed from its home Charred and carved by ghosts of charlatans past And watched dawn awaken. Deer in meadows of far away lands grazed on nature’s purity While I sat on that branch and gazed at nurtured heresies […]

The Shelves

The Shelves

“I know we aren’t suppose to take the memories out of the shelves but I just…”

“It’s okay. I know you miss her. I do too.” Luc moved the hair out of his sister’s face and tucked it behind her ear. “But listen, those things on the shelves, those aren’t memories, Deli.

The Water Beyond The Leap

The Water Beyond The Leap

A salmon in the river swam steadily upstream and regressed, then again, swam steady then regressed. The water resisted as he swam against it,but propelled him effortlessly as he regressed back downstream. He swam forward eight feet then retreated five. As he advanced, the water […]

As Powerful As Paper

As Powerful As Paper

Her deep eyes scared the depths of the ocean. She carried herself like its waves, fluid yet powerful, serene but destructive. Her hair was dark as space but her skin glowed like the stars. No bangs hid her face, no jewelry clung to her ears; […]

A Criminal’s Worst Nightmare

A Criminal’s Worst Nightmare

My job isn’t easy, it’s the furthest thing from easy; it’s without a doubt the worst job out there, but it makes sense I guess; the criminals should get the most gruesome and unfortunate jobs, even I support that. But before I go on, let […]

The Merry-Go-Round from Wellington Park

The Merry-Go-Round from Wellington Park

Thursdays are my favorite days because I can always look forward to lunch at Ruth’s Diner; they have the best fries and even better milkshakes. The strawberry-chocolate is my favorite; it’s not on the menu, not on the secret menu either. The staff is just […]

The Note

The Note

A piece of paper on the street, beat up and torn, was attractive for some reason. I picked it up, it was partly drenched; the words were slipping off the page. It wasn’t a love note, neither was it made of words of hate. It […]

Too Young to Know

Too Young to Know

His mother had tried to poison me and Baba threatened to break my bones. “Go ahead,” I said, “break my bones; then who will work to provide for my children? Will you?” I could have gone to the police; I was too young then to know better.  



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