Box Cars and Park Benches
The park bench was a bit like Hitler's box car for Aubrey that evening. He'd spent a better part of the previous morning thinking of the perfect place to meet up with Carlos to really make his little confrontation perfect and bitter, the better part of...
Story Sketch: Less Than Three
Dinner with Marcus had been more than enjoyable, just as it had been the last two times we'd met up. He'd been a perfect gentleman, following all those same rules every other guy I've ever been with seems to know and stick to doggedly, as if everyone...
Application
"Why can't you just find a nice boy online," Angela said as she poured herself a fresh cup of coffee from the carafe the waiter left on the edge of the table. "It's how I met my husband, after all, and look at how we turned out." "I know, I know,"...
Color Blind
To Calvin, the world was grey, or some dozen or so varying shades of it. The granite of the squat, low buildings along the old industrial boulevard slid into the concrete sidewalks and framed the slightly darker asphalt, cracked from age and wear and...
Sketch Story: To Whom This May Concern
Movies these days always show how little someone's death really means to a person. Now, I don't mean one of those soap dramas or one of those chick-flick movies where the girl has to get over her dead husband or dead boyfriend or whatever - isn't there...
Rewards
It was the strangest thing, Jacob thought, when he looked up and saw the rabbit's face. He'd heard of these kinds of things in dime romances and day-time soap operas, those odd little chances presenting themselves at the oddest of times, but never had...
Maybe You Should Work In HR
Josh heard the front door slam shut with a sigh and the sound of something heavy falling against the wall next to it. The wolf grabbed the remote off of his stomach and lowered the volume on the TV as he sat up, swiveling his ears towards the door....
Spring and Fall: To A Grown Woman
Mary really didn't want to be rude, but her shift had been grueling and her tips had been low that night, and her mind just couldn't form the words that would convey that she'd really just like to be left alone to smoke in peace to the little rat child...
Do No Harm
The ship reeked of burned flesh and rotting viscera from the moment Jason stepped through the airlock, and the rebreather mask fastened firmly over the raccoon's muzzle did little to stifle the stench. It was dark. The normal lights had stopped...
What Needs to be Said
"I want to grow old with you," the letter started. "I mean, I know that sounds strange to hear, and it's pretty strange to write, and to be completely honest, I never expected to think something like that, let alone ever, _ever_ have the courage to...
Life Review
The building was a square little plot of aged wood and green paint, with a tall, slanted roof of red shingles set atop the second floor, and large curtain-less windows that faced out in all four directions. There was a walkway that lead up to it, made...
Champions
The Wayward Hearthstone was a small inn that was barely worthy of the title. It was nestled in the heart of a forest, where two crossroads met, at the edge of a babbling stream that flow just powerfully enough to turn its small watermill that ground...