Category: Short Story

My Work in Progress

I do have work in progress. I feel like I have a lot. Today, I edited seven short stories down to some reasonable length. They are about: a couple that has lost three babies the corpse flower that blooms every twelve years a poor kid who decides to stream the revolution a brand new creation […]

Promise (Ending)

Promise Pt. I Promise Pt. II Promise Pt. III             The quarry is full of kids. The bush party is loud with music.              A girl sits at the edge of the water and looks at the waves in the darkness. The water vibrates with the music. She has a beer in hand, and hates it. But […]

Promise Pt. II

Promise Pt. I             “But you can’t hurt them, that’s the rule,” says Emma.              There are trees behind the school, just past the fence, a forest with some walking paths and one hilly bit where people have made a bike park.              Andy is breathing. It’s nice being around girls. There’s five boys total. Seven girls. Andy’s […]

Promise Pt. I

            Marlow spreads her legs under the desk. Her denim skirt keeps her knees from parting too much. I could just run outside, she thinks. Down the hallway, out the doors, away from the school. I don’t have to come back. This morning, she smoked her first cigarette. It’s her last, too. As the teacher talks […]

Down Bubble: Ending

Down Bubble: Part I Down Bubble: Parts II & III Down Bubble: Parts IV & V             “Ready navigation!” I yell. The men of the bridge are silent, watching the rocking of the boat.              “What is happening out there?” cries Alain.              “Man the torpedo bay,” I tell him. “Flood all remaining tubes!”             “What are we shooting […]

Down Bubble: Parts II & III of VII

            Something hits the hull with a clang and bounces off. Silence.              A second object hits us, and for a moment I think we are saved, but then it explodes. The submarine lurches. No sooner has the noise receded than does a third and a fourth charge blow near us. The metal of the submarine groans, […]

Down Bubble: Part I of VII

            “Fire!” I bark.              The bridge tenses, and the vessel shakes as the torpedo slips into the water.             “Did you string the line yourself? Did you?” I demand of my Second, Alain.             “Yes, Captain!”             I put my hand on a pipe and close my eyes. The torpedo is running fast, but my mind turns to the […]

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