Short stories: Loneliness 77 Articles

by P. Cooley

It was her favorite bench. It had been ever since she started taking these late afternoon strolls. It was winter, and very obviously so. She lived where seasons were very much what artists always portrayed in their paintin...read more

by Ng Hoi Yee

He could hear his classmates chatting excitedly around him. Eddie was having a birthday this weekend. Eddie was rich and having a party in his luxurious condo and everyone was invited. Brian could see kids waving their inv...read more

by Breanna Miller

Crisp leaves, autumn air. Busybody students clad in jeans, sweaters, and scarves carrying backpacks overflowing with brand new supplies. April slowly walked down the brick path on the college campus venturing in her though...read more

by Nicki Orser

Solitaire Ray lifted his head from his solitaire game and listened. He craned his neck high enough that he could see through his office window. When he heard nothing more, he went back to his game. He shuffled the de...read more

by Christopher Ahart

I heard a mosquito hit the bug zapper two minutes ago. ZZzzzpthtp! I made a grilled cheese, took two bites, and fed it to the dog. It was good cheese. Brie and Gruyere. The French know cheese. I watched clips o...read more

by Vicky Ann Smith

Missing "Marian," I call out. Its Midnight, the lights are on upstairs in our flat but Marian's not around. It's not like her to be out at this time, we manage a small pub restaurant together in North London, and Mar...read more

by Jenny White

The Lodger "It's such a terrible shame." I believe she said to me, although I'm not quite sure as I wasn't really listening. Petra is my neighbour, the one I don't like very much. She talks a lot, just for the sake of...read more

by Juliana Wey

A World Full of Nothingness Each day she was scared to face what was beyond that solid block of wood called a front door. She turned the key and stepped over the threshold, the house echoes the quietness from wall to ...read more

by John Hummel

UNSEEN Adam Rigby opened his eyes and exhaled loudly.He lay there for a few moments staring at the ceiling, reluctant to rise and meet the new day. After all, it wasn't a new day, was it? That much he knew. today w...read more

by Stanley Richards

APOCALYPSE HAS COME Apocalypse has come. Now it is gone. Too early for some, too late for others. Either way it was over in a flash. Who had caused it? Was it God, raging at all of humanity? Was it the Devil, succeed...read more

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by Duncan Fitzgerald

Winter Morning He walked slowly over the dunes towards the beach. It was a cool early morning, the dew from the night had settled on the sand, making the top layer damp. An icy breeze was steadily blowing from the land ...read more

by Amy Fletcher

It was six o'clock am on a Thursday, outside it was foggy, and in the fifties. Not a bad morning for September. The kids got out of bed more quickly than she thought they would. The first day of school. Always mixed fe...read more

by Bridgette Horton

I sit here underneath this maple tree waiting for you. I wait here and wonder if you will keep your promise. I wonder how long I will have to wait here before you come. I listen to the wind wondering if it has ever been lo...read more

by Helen Stone

I write from the contours of a dark place for which no light has shone for a very long time. Many a moment has passed, and i know that i will be here until the light in my soul strikes out. I am like a flame. A lone flam...read more

by Richard Provencher

STUFFED IN A BOX It was quite simple to hide from the early morning sun. All Paul had to do was pull down the shade gaining an opportunity for added sleep. But his restless spirit had a most difficult time settlin...read more

by Lauren Pitman

A Sound Mind Under the dim cabaret lamp sat a young woman nursing a red wine. She sat alone, at her table for two, and concentrated on the tinkling pianos and sultry voices. Her consciousness fell into stage-lit so...read more

by Charlotte Howard

Behind The Window Life in the village was boring. No excitement, no adventure, just rows of houses. The people in the houses were boring as well. When it rained they stayed in, when it was nice and sunny, they stayed in...read more

by Nicholas Kenney

"An Old House" She had probably passed that house over a hundred times in the three years she had driven to the Sylvesters, and had noticed it only as part of the comfortable country s...read more

by Aaron Gabriel

Their desks are neatly ordered. Thirty six desks in neat rows partition the space of the classroom, and he stands at the front of them. They face him, his audience, perfectly attentive. The students clamor out...read more

by Donna Carroll Batton

The Dinner She came in for her personal allowance check. When the secretary relayed the message that she was in the reception room, I got up from my desk and went to the file cabinet, which holds all my client folders....read more