Category Archives: Short Stories Spring 2014

“Drifting Through Life” by Stephanie Walker

   Jimmy looked out from the curb at the sea of people, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. He felt Emily hesitantly place her hands on his shoulders and whisper in his ear, “It’s going to be fine. Now I have to get to work, so have a great day and I’ll pick you up after school at three, okay?”

   Jimmy barely nodded, still taking in the throngs of teenagers like himself talking, laughing, and weaving through the crowd. Except that they weren’t like him, they belonged here. Jimmy adjusted his navy blue tie and rotated his shoulders, trying to fit them into the stiff starched shirt that had been lying on the bed when he was shown to his room. Emily—no, mother—had obviously bought the school uniform as soon as the papers had been signed and he had become theirs, instead of a ward of the government. Read the rest of this entry

“Washing Harleys Ain’t Always Good” by Anonymous

   Washing my new Harley brought about a new high/low in my life. After visiting the third car wash, each with all bays filled and a line at each, a thought came to me which I, a few minutes later, regret ever having. Each trip from one car wash to another took me past a Sheetz store. I noticed and then remembered I had washed my truck at the Sheetz car wash. Read the rest of this entry

“Three Buzzes” by Nicole Zuleger

   She looks down at her phone as it buzzes three times to signal a message. It’s her boyfriend. Again. She shouldn’t be annoyed like she is, but she’s getting sick of the constant hounding from him and the rest of the world. She wants nothing more than to lie down and sleep and ignore every paper that must be written and club that begs for help and friend that demands attention. Reluctantly she unlocks her phone and stares at the message. Read the rest of this entry

“Midnight Clear” by Marybeth Richards

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“Falling” by Mallory Sunderland

   The water rushed around them. It was hard to hear Horace shouting at her. The roaring water simply drowned out everything. But that was good. Very good. They needed this. She remembered the plans from last night. Horace had told them what to do. He was always the one in charge, but this was the best option, and the quickest. Read the rest of this entry

“Predator” by Lydia Grove

   The sun beat down on the earth, pummeling it into sweltering submission. It was the dead center of July. All of the animals were taking shelter from the sun’s harsh rays. I couldn’t even see the song birds of summer or hear their beautiful voices. They must have hid away in the dark recesses of their homes where the heat couldn’t reach, safe and comfortable. Read the rest of this entry

“So Cold, So Dark, Melissa Collins” by Jennifer Liggett

   It is so cold, so dark, and I’m not sure where I am. I remember walking out of work to my car and hearing a noise behind me. That’s it. That’s all I can remember. Now I’m somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere cold and dark. I’m not sure what I should do. Should I panic, yell, scream or cry? Are my friends playing a joke on me or could this be the things we see in the news and think how horrible? This could never happen to me. So this is my story; this is how I, Melissa Collins survived the unimaginable. Read the rest of this entry

“A Lover’s Affair” by Aly Rice

   Thanksgiving comes once a year, and it has finally arrived. The smell of fresh turkey, mom’s home- made cranberries and wild rice always excites me. I go nuts for it. Mom made me set two seats at the table plus one more just in case my father shows up. Every Thanksgiving we set a spot for him and he never shows up. Why would any year be different?

   As my mother and I bowed our heads down to pray, the doorbell rang. I looked at mom with confusion and said, “Hold on I’m coming!” A bald scruffy- looking man with an oversized suit was standing in our doorway and as I glared into his eyes I wondered why he hasn’t died yet. Read the rest of this entry

“I Need Another Story” by Alexandre Collette

   I was born an adult. The lullabies never existed. Secrets were memorized nursery rhymes. They hummed in my searching eyes. Picture books were what I saw when I closed my eyes and saw life as it is; darkness and obscene colors flashing by. I will blink for the rest of my life. Each time I will be reminded. None will ever understand.

   My shapeless body ran the streets barefoot. Our clothes made us different. You wore blue jeans and I wore purple shorts. We were just alike. Our veins shared the same blood. I climbed faster than he did. I was always on top first. His shapeless body climbed after me. I had been the better even though I was smaller in the same shapeless size. We were always in competition. We were too young to remember our bodies being the same. Before the sun burned freckles into our faces, our shapeless bodies, mine smaller, raced everywhere. It was our muse. I smiled into his eyes. He was my favorite. Before he touched him, we were equal. We were inseparable. I was just like him. Read the rest of this entry

“Guardian” by Jenna Kauffman

   Brightness flashed behind my eyelids. As I slowly opened my eyes, the light only got brighter. My scream went unheard as a car rushed towards me. I shut my eyes again tightly, still screaming as there was a “whoosh.” I slowly opened my eyes again only for there to be…nothing.

   I looked around me. The distant sound of cars passing underneath me let me know I was on a bridge. I was alone.

   I didn’t know how I had gotten there, or even why for that matter. The only thing I could make myself do was analyze my surroundings. I had no idea what time it was, but it was dark out so it had to be late. And another thing that I noticed right away was that it was cold. Extremely cold. Read the rest of this entry