I waved goodbye to my friends as I stepped off the bus and headed to my house. I was super excited to get home and see my parents. They hadnโ€™t talked much at all yesterday. As a matter of fact they just stayed in their...

Every month a beautiful woman would drop her film off at the camera store to get it developed. He didnโ€™t know her name, but she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and was also a wonderful photographer. It made his day...

An elderly woman hummed softly to herself, smiling happily as she worked; the needle glinting as her brittle hands slid it through the material, piecing the scraps together with thread. Agatha Lymric, better known as Miss Aggie, had been working on this particular quilt for...

The Red Cross had been aggressive in the previous few weeks. It felt like every day I would get a phone call soliciting my donation. That was my punishment for surrendering my contact information at my jobโ€™s blood drive. Truth was, an hour off of...

* Writer's note - Originally published 2006 in Dark Fire Fiction. I am the author and own the story rights. โ€œIt's time I told you about loss, boy.โ€ We sat, my Pa and I, beneath the old great willow that marked the end of our property and...

Athene Hibou walked through her childhood home slowly. Her hand trailed gently along the mahogany banister as she climbed the stairs. Subconsciously, she jumped over the squeaky third step from the top. The carpet upstairs was no longer the deep blue she remembered. It was...

The door slams behind Monica as she stumbles into the hallway of an apartment complex, mascara streaming down her face. โ€œAsshole,โ€ she says. The word hisses out between her clenched teeth. Fiona steps out of the apartment. Through the open door, Monica hears a snatch of conversation. โ€œWhatโ€™s...