Short Stories Of The Week

Sometimes memories come flooding back to you when you least expect them to. I was told this by a number of people in different times and zones and in different ...

USS Midway, Mid-April 1973. My twelve-hour watch was over this night, but the ship had run into heavy fog. Additional lookouts were posted, and I was sent ...

That blue house in Somerset has twenty five rooms. I counted them once. When I was young, I spent many afternoons playing with the little girl my age that ...

The day Evan Miller stopped smoking, he wept. For several years he had promised himself he would, but he never gave an exact date: there was no reason to, not ...

That coffee, that damn coffee! If he spills a DROP of that on me, I swear… I have a big presentation to give to the faculty this morning, I’m squished ...

In many ways, life support is much like an alarm clock. It reminds you that time is a precious commodity, and it is incessantly piercing in the dead of sleep. ...

My Dad, who is pushing 80, pretty much has all his marbles. Occasionally, he’ll forget the title of a movie he just saw yesterday, or someone’s name that he’s ...

It was half past six on a snowy Sunday evening and Trisha Peterson was applying a generous dollop of her Olay sensitive skin face wash. She used her fingers to ...

James Calder could not admit defeat.  In a head-to-head competition with any piece of electronic equipment, there was no such phrase as ‘I give up’.  It was a ...

The blue jays were squawking like crazy; something was afoot. She was new—he had only heard about her—no visual contact yet. The rules were: you couldn’t ...

“Order up! Twenty-three! Do we have a number twenty-three?” A woman walked up to the counter in front of me. Her stomach pushed tighter against her gray ...

She looked like she needed to be kissed. There we were, alone, finally really alone at a seaside restaurant’s terrace- a dream dreamt for who knows how many ...

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