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Out Back – Short Story

I didn’t get much mail, making the white, crumbled envelope crammed under my heavy door more exciting. There were globs of orange the same shade as my hair all over the outside, with my name sprawled across in large calligraphy, Ava “Teamkill” Jackson. I hadn’t seen my full name in a while, and never with my street name. The whole invitation was a mockery of my past, and the terrible things I’d done to shed my birthname. Let alone all the friends, and allies I’d stabbed in the back to get the brand my title was. The invitation letter was specifically designed to irritate me, and to make me lose my hot head…

Good Cover – Short Story

Brianna stares at the middle-aged bank representative in a black polo and dress pants asking for her parents, then looks just left of his bearded face into the tall bushes of big red hibiscus flowers for a good lie…

Duck, Duck, Goose – Short Story

Short but wide red mushrooms peak out from under fanning brown leaves, bright spots enlivening the regular, dreary gray mountainside so familiar to those of the small but familial city of Winderscot. Traditionally, dark log cabins dot the valleys clear of the towering dark oak trees that make up most of the mountain, but in these modern times concrete and drywall creations find themselves side by side the classical homes of long-standing families…

A Glimpse of More – Short Story

The door slams. A second, softer thump following signals the flimsy screen door hitting the frame with a subtle screech as the metal lock snaps into place. Less than two minutes later the old door creaks open again, and the sound’s parade repeats. Soft footsteps from the first floor can be heard through the hardwood flooring, along with a faint jazz tune playing gently over muffled talking. The steady scratch of lead moving across spiral notebook paper, Dart always so specific about getting their college-ruled paper as if they could ever run out of space to cram in more chicken-scratch notes into years old ledgers and workbooks…

Present – Short Story

A dark shape moved with the heavy sheets of rain. I counted the vague swirls marching down the sidewalk, reveling in the flood. The huge oak trees across from our building sat in pools, completely immersed to their roots. The shadows paraded down west 142nd street in a show of force against Manhattan…