More short stores
By D.T. Krippene I stared out the window at fat snowflakes drifting down from low-hanging, gunmetal gray skies. It’s not supposed to snow in April. My wife padded into my office in her PJs. She sipped from her wine glass while looking over my shoulder. “Are you still editing that…
By A.E. Decker “Felicia told you to do what?” “Look, babe,” drawled her stepmother’s chauffeur-cum-gamekeeper-cum-lackey, boredom lacing his Northern British accent. “I’m not happy about it either.” “You’re not happy about it.” He shrugged. Noncommittally, Snow felt. “Felicia commands you to murder me and leave my body in the woods…
By Kidd Wadsworth Grandfather rubbed his chin with his hand, a stern frown fixed in his bushy brows. “You are off to see the circus.” Zhiqiang nodded, the serious look on his face mirroring the old man’s. They sat on the terrace. The morning light, filtered through the softly fluttering…