Short Story

Fiction | Short Story
Lost in the Alps

Snow fell over the dark, night time Alps. The stars, that are always more beautiful the higher you go, were blocked by winter clouds. The man stood guard along the ridges of one mountaintop. It served as an outpost, from where he could see the enemy’s trenches. The snow had halted the war, or at […]

Oct 12, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
I Don’t Like Your Tone

In Cairo, teenagers—literal and figurative—were in control of everything.

Oct 7, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
My Birthday Wish

“I’m not here for a necklace,” I’ll say. “I need a liver.”

Sep 30, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
Is This a Poem?

I went back to my drink and prepared to pout when I noticed her grinning, and like a stream of internet porn, her smile was endless.

Sep 28, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
Bolano

They watched the uprising on the phone, while eating apricot pie.

Sep 9, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
Letter Wars

In the early pages of Charlotte Bronte’s novel Jane Eyre, the young Jane is whacked upside the head by a book. A book hurled by her evil cousin and proving the hypothesis that words can hurt. This scene got me thinking—what better way to kill a fictional character than by beating her to death with […]

Aug 31, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
Should you travel by a cruise ship?

If you are planning to go on a vacation, a cruise trip might be on your mind. However, there are a number of things that might cross your mind with plans to choose a cruise trip. If you are still thinking about it, then we have some important points that should help you realize whether […]

Aug 31, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
Why I Stopped Riding Horses

My body lies splattered on rocks beneath the cliff where I was thrown from my horse. I’m dead, but my death needs confirmation. And from a professional. The doctor finally arrives. He observes and then speaks. “This person here . . . and over there . . . and there . . . is dead—D-E- […]

Aug 29, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
Worse Things

The classified ad said only PHONE WORK and a number. “Look,” he said. “It’s not what anybody’d call honest work.”

Aug 26, 2016
Fiction | Short Story
In His Throat

When father announced that Zeluwa was being sent to Egbu to begin secondary school our mother disputed against it. “I know you schooled there and it was good in your generation, but I want him close to Me.” she fussed. We watched television, and it was a Saturday. Our parents watched television for news daily […]

Aug 11, 2016