Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Please Call Me Daddy. Please enjoy.
“Looking for a good time?” He wasn’t really. The man was looking forward to resting his head for the night.
The cliché question attested to the sophisticated nature, or lack thereof, of the establishment that the man would reside for the evening. It was a gray-bricked dilapidated hotel in the outskirts of the City of Sin, on a street frequented by various vagrants including drug addicts, homeless men, and perhaps the occasional felon or two trying to escape from the law.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Online Dating Really is an Adventure. Please enjoy. Warning: Unlike some stories, there is some rough language and a description of a pretty rough scene. Honestly, my use of expletives and said scene are probably mild by Internet standards but are much more explicit than I usually have in my stories. Discretion is advised. I truly hope I didn’t overuse cursing in this story but used it enough to feel somewhat realistic. Please let me know.
“Hi, you must be Latoya,” I said after I exited my blue Honda accord which I parked next to the ebony beauty waiting for me at the entrance of the Tacoma Mall. In her hands were a large black duffle bag and a brown paper bag with the initials “REI” in blue printed on both sides.
I was both nervous and excited about the prospect of going out with such a beautiful woman of color and such a progressive one too. Her online profile listed a lot of social justice causes. It was sure to be an experience that I would never forget.
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled An Anonymous Letter. Inspired loosely by https://www.writersdigest.com/prompts/the-hate-note. Please enjoy.
“I think you’ll like what’s inside,” said the auburn-haired, bushy-bearded man as he handed a beaten up envelope to the glowering man standing stood crossed arms in front of his fancy two-story abode. “Sorry, it got all messed up and stuff. It’s been sittin’ in my pocket since this mornin’. Meant ta give it to ya then but I forgot. Sorry about that Corny.”
“It’s Cornelius,” the clean-shaven blonde man replied as he removed one arm from his chest to take the envelope out of his neighbor’s hand, “I wait to see its contents with breathless anticipation, Timothy.”
Hello everyone! As part of Short Story Saturday, I have posted another short story, this one entitled Christmas Eve in Utqiagvik.Please enjoy.
I’m sure most diners get out of town visitors all the time. Sure, I mean, I’m sure every eatery has their regulars but a stranger coming into the diner would hardly be a momentous occasion for most. The visitor would have to be quite the character to leave an impression. However, when you live in my neck of the woods, or should I say tundra, all you have are regulars so a visitor definitely leaves an impression. I will say, though, it is doubtful that anybody would forget the man who came in a few nights ago.
Hello everyone! Introducing for the first time a new feature on my blog called Short Story Saturday! Every Saturday I will be posting a short story for your perusal. While some may be connected to other stories, they are going to be, for the most part, one-offs. I hope you enjoy them. The first one is entitled A True Friend.
I gradually awake from my unconscious slumber. I’m lying on my side on the cold, damp muddied dirt on this foreboding night struggling to breathe. My chest heaves up and down deliberately as I take deep, measured pants of the air, each gasp sending shockwaves of pain in my chest as if tiny little knives were stabbing my ribs. An oppressive cold seizes my shivering body. The trees that surround me with their limb like branches that extend towards the heavens like giant, arboreal fingers shield even the most basic illumination making visibility an issue.