Weekly Image Inspired Short Story

Her’s was the one on the edge. The big, dark house on the edge of the cliff. Alone at the end of the road. Not that it was a road. A wide path was more like it. Wide enough for a car to [...]

It’s in the way you walk. If you walk with purpose and intent, they’ll never know. They’ll never suspect you. Head up, shoulders back, always looking past people, never at [...]

He told me to wait here but I’ve never been very good at waiting. My head gets all scrambled with thoughts. Bad ones, you know? The ones that make you feel like you’re falling, or like if [...]

Don’t believe what they tell you about him. It’s true, but don’t believe it. It’s more fun not to believe. More fun to imagine he really was a nice guy, that he really did [...]

I always thought it was your hair. Not just your hair but the way your hair wove in and out of the sunlight like the only reason it bothered to shine was for your hair. For you. Do you remember [...]

Yes, for all intents and purposes, he is guilty. He picked off their lives as if they were nothing more than lint on a sweater. Still, part of me wonders if that is how he saw it; what he did. [...]

You can’t keep this a secret forever. What’s that old adage again? Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. I hope that is not the case for you, but then again, loose lips and [...]

You told me to wait in the dark. So I did, and I waited for a long time. Too long I suppose, but that’s all retrospect–whatever that word means–most words have lost their [...]

I pull my hat down so the tips of my ears are tucked inside. My brother used to tease me about this but I ignored him because I was always afraid something bad would happen if I left them [...]

You ever get one of those songs stuck in your head? One of those half-songs, the kind that sort of just linger at the edges of your ears? At the tip of your tongue? You know what I mean right? [...]