
Tag: short story

Beyond the Finish Line
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. – Rumi Nicole Harkin didn’t believe in making New Year’s resolutions. Like most people, she would break them Read more

Here Inside the Mirror
There comes an age when screwing up is not cute anymore. You know that, because people are constantly telling you. It’s not cute anymore, Raleigh. My name is Raleigh, by the way; Raleigh of Boston, Massachusetts. Although to be fair, my mother is from Raleigh the actual city, so it Read more

Hazel
Hazel face was a map of wrinkles and sagging, topography disintegrating because gravity worked overtime on her. Wiry hair sprung from her jaw and upper lip, and her nose slumped toward her chin as if the two conspired to form a snout. Her eyebrows were fierce and unmanageable, an odd Read more

Fruitful
Patricia coasts through her suburban streets. She waves to pigtailed neighbor children who stand in front of daffodils and golden retrievers, who stomp on dandelions and blow bubbles. She’s in the middle of a wave when she sees the tip of the truck’s bed, and her heart starts racing—almost like Read more

Good Vibrations
Wandering the first few rows, she tried to act natural, as if she perused such stores all the time. She thought of her parents, who did their best to raise her normally. It was okay, she thought. She was dirty; it was fine.

Dark and Stormy Night
It was summer when he finally showed up. Larry worked the night shift then, and Nicole was still a baby. Gina was at the kitchen window watching raindrops plink the puddles when she heard a rumble outside the front door. She knew right away it was him, though she could Read more

This is Why
I crumple on the exam table, feeling small and dusty like a battered moth. Eventually, the grease on my body began to congeal after days of not showering. Now I am coated. When the doctor re-enters the room, I will myself to perk up, to appear a less wilted. I Read more