Short stories: Need 10 Articles

by Josh Wilde

THE BROOCH He had never even thought of making such a gesture before, but when Maria was asleep in his bed, Michael Clark slipped out of the house, walked to the little jewelry shop on t...read more

by Jack Carr

SMILE or THE FIELD OF SORROWS He was ordered to march with the rest of the men, ill, sick with the epidemic that had decimated his battalion. 150 of them left to fight in the mud and the shell holes that had once seen c...read more

by Samson Dada

He knew it was a bad idea but Thomas Jones was set to commit one of the most talked about offences in school: Plagiarism. On the eve of the World Book Day 2008 competition he had not yet managed to muster a credible storyl...read more

by Angie SanFilippo

I grew up in Anderson Indiana, at least until about the age of ten. We used to visit my great-grandparent's farm in Alexandria, also known as Small Town USA. My mom drove my sister and I to the farm in our beat up metall...read more

by Dee Westman

Anthony sat there quietly. The only thing he heard was the whisper of the wind. Lonely, he was so lonely. In his apartment, he heard the shudder of the slamming door, as the love of his life walked out on him. "Where di...read more

by Sabrina Ray

The Alien Of B One very stormy day the rain was coming down so hard you could barely see in front of you and the wind was blowing so hard that the small trees and limbs were breaking off and blowing away. The rain ...read more

by Glory Lennon

Trudy watched Mark close the door between them and promptly started crying. She needed him with her, needed to be held by him, needed it more than anything. But there was a ghost in the way. Mark felt it and she felt it. ...read more

by Sarah-Leigh Wright

She opened her mouth, pockets of air bubbled to the surface of the water making that little blip noise. She opened her mouth again but nothing came out. Water just rushed in. Eyes tight for an instant until realisation cam...read more

by Bill White

"Plight" Prostitute for pleasure, hide your heart from love. You cannot seem to face the truth, no matter what it's of. Is love a fear you need to hide? Or is it something else? Perhaps your heart has tired, enduring...read more

by Wombatnoise

Still innocent He sat on the sidewalk in front of the Rite Aid store. His back was up against a green mailbox as he hugged a large stuff light brown bear. The bear, like it's owner, was a bit soiled and tattered. I...read more