Content Warning: This short story includes depictions of violence and stalking behavior from the point of view of the stalker. The sweetly surrounding sounds of the violin encompass me. Her rendition of Mozart’s Symphony No. 25 is breathtaking. It’s the first song I ever heard her play all those weeks ago. Her finger work throws…

The Bookstore was as bright as I imagined Olympus to be. Four long aisles of tall bookshelves encased the store like the comforting walls of a childhood bedroom. I personally love fantasy series. Being able to escape the world for hours on end… It’s divine. The owner of the shop, Madeline, a little redhead with…

            Bum-bump. Bum-bump. Doran’s heart raced in his chest as he looked around. The dimly lit streets were packed full of people wandering through the small, dark market. A light rain stretched the few colorful lights above and soaked the world below. The thin, gray cloak he had stolen off a vendor stuck to his arms….

The sun is shining in your eyes. It is bright and warm. Bright and warm are good. Bright and warm are safe. You look around; the stone boulders stand tall and beautiful. The wind brushes gently past you. It is an abnormal wind; it usually does not go west to east but, other than that…

So, it turns out that there’s a lot we don’t know about life. Sure, there’s all the old manuscripts, legends and stories, but what do we really know? I’m not challenging history. What has happened has happened. But, I just wish I could go back in time sometimes. See things in their former glory. I…

An inky blackness filled the air. Huddled shadows lined the walls. The only light that dared challenge the reign of darkness dwindled within the fireplace.  A bent figure paced the room, his hands shaking from an unseen chill. His silk robe’s fiery glint claimed him to be royal, and yet the paleness of his skin…

The metal gondola swings back and forth on the pendulum of life. What was once a stunning pastel green ride into the sky, is now a rusty-orange and black meteor craving the supple earth it sways toward. The ancient gondola comes down from the city in the clouds on a rare adventure to the world…

Maggie didn’t think she had a problem.  She was just a normal teenage girl who preferred things that were even, orderly, and divisible by two. It wasn’t odd. Just simply an appreciation for patterns. It wasn’t weird for her to be unable to sleep unless she did her nighttime routine twice. She was just thorough….

Every morning, Lily woke up before the sun. The first thing she did was step outside and light a cigarette. Puffing and exhaling while staring at nothing, the smoke curled into the sky. Back inside, she opened an ice-cold Pepsi, her first taste of comfort. She sat in silence, mentally bracing herself for the weight…

Angie glanced at her watch. Thirty minutes. Only thirty minutes? How was that possible? She resisted the urge to sigh aloud and took another sip of her wine. At least he chose a nice restaurant – white tablecloths, dim lighting, overpriced pasta. Sam was her typical type – clean shaven, good head of hair, cute,…

Georgie stuck the mints he purchased in his pocket and put the newspaper under his arm as he checked his wrist watch. But before he could even tell the time, the intercom blared throughout the airport with a friendly and generic jingle. “Stapleton international, the time is now 8:30, all boarding passengers please make your…

He was finishing buttoning his black shirt as his cousin knocked on the door with a question. “You ready, Ishmael?”  “Yeah.” He paused and looked at his reflection. “Be right out.” Ishmael heard footsteps retreat. He looked again at the mirror and thought about how much he missed his hometown. He’d spent all these years…

ACT 1 SCENE 2 SCENE – A dining room. A square wooden table sits in the middle of the stage. It has 4 plates set out. There are cups at 3 of the placemats. There are cupboards on the walls and a counter top on stage-right. The wall on stage-left has a shelf with an…

Well, there I was, settin’ down at my booth in the Blackbird Diner. I was workin’ on my burger- y’know, hold the onions, add some mushrooms and a side of onion rings- when allova sudden, I see my best buddy, Darlene, rollin’ up on a gen-you-ine 1936 Harley Davidson VLD- blue’n’cream. I grabbed one more…

The conveyor belt rolled, bumping me around. Everything around me was a blur of moving boxes and flickering overhead lights, always in motion. But I wasn’t worried. Trucks and highways, all part of the process. No one here really knew where they were going or what their purpose was, but I’d say that uncertainty was…

Some nights, I can hear a sound. A faint sound emanating from the corner of my bedroom like the hushed breath of a shadow. At times, I swear I’ve spotted my curtains swaying to that same rhythm, the beating of breath. I’ll watch the corner very carefully, forgetting to blink, holding my own breath so…

The tree was hideous, really. Its mossy body slumped wearily to one side. Frail branches reached outward, grasping ever-thinning clumps of pine needles. In the summer months I’d part my vinyl blinds and stare through the gap at the thing, wondering why my neighbor seemed to insist on keeping it in front of his house….

While sitting in the trench, he shoved his companion into the line of sight. Within a millisecond, the enemy implanted a deep, billowing hole through the head of Mathew, the man he signed up to fight with. The worst part was how trivial the argument had been. He purposely chewed his Wrigley’s gum obnoxiously until…

At the hollowed heart of the mall, where ghosts of Kay Jewelers once gleamed, we found our common ground, on a couch by a fireplace that never truly streamed. I, the present, arrived in a My Chemical Romance tee, a faded, black banner high, clad in the trusty Converse, a Zero Sugar Monster clutched beneath…

Clay Stone sits alone in an ocean of sand, the dry heat of the Californian sun beating harshly upon his exterior bakes him. The third quarter of the year is the worst for him, unable to move, Clay endures temperatures upwards of a hundred degrees, with the nights radiating at a constant 90. Clay was…

The light was peeking through the clouds in a large ray that blinded Wallis Juster. He could not tell who was talking to him. The alleyway was consumed in darkness. The sunset was yellow and dry, falling rapidly on the far side of the street.  “Who are you?” a voice said, more direct and serious….