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A sort of 19th century American Psycho. More obviously humorous and satirical - but equally grim.
A man explains to his doctor how he came to believe in ghosts.
His mother once told him a story about how his granddaddy nearly gave her away.
- Length: 10 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
I am looking at something I thought mine alone...a beech leaf, brittle and brown now.
- Length: 10 pages
- Age Rating: PG
- Genre: Fiction
. 'Do you think he's sometimes too perfect?' she said quietly.
It was as if she had stepped into another world.
There’s always tomorrow, Oscar said to himself
As I live and breathe, I’ll always love this cabin.
We are there, we are ready...And then we sing.
He left at night, taking with him a change of clothes, a blanket, and a small bag of money which he found in his father’s room.
Sometimes a scarecrow is just what's needed.
Memories of a house and a Grandma.
When an old college friend of her husband comes to stay, Mrs. Baroda likes him more than she expected, though she is not sure why.
A horrifically scarred woman becomes involved in a murder hunt.
Two women are forced to come to terms with breast cancer.
A game of Scrabble has serious consequences.
“Go to Goldman’s Greenhouses. Joseph … will start you … at a buck sixty an hour.” His lungs empty of smoke, “Go talk to him. He’s your uncle. He’ll hire you.
A semi-barbaric king devises a semi-barabaric (but entirely fair) method of criminal trial involving two doors, a beautiful lady and a very hungry tiger.
My mum is the undisputed tea-drinking heavyweight champion of the world… or at least the whole of South Lexington Avenue.
Shepherd's family made money by being outlaws. Well, outlaws in the governments' eyes.
"Damn thing," old Ernie muttered, glancing up from his laptop. He reached out to shut off the annoying noise but noticed the call was from his area. This was unusual.
The cozy brick bungalow stood on a short lane of similarly modest houses with a small, mostly overgrown park at the far end and an intersection leading to Darlington High Street.
The spark of his life was fading, but his mind was still sharp, and his memories cocooned him.
Dessie O'Connell was 6 feet 3, thick of bone, and naturally muscular. Unlike almost all of the actors with whom he'd first competed for parts, he hardly needed to work out in order to resemble a Hellenic god.
"It's at the ranch, on the other side of the farm, in those mountains. All we need to do is catch it. Can you imagine how much we can sell it for?
