Tag: short fiction
Fiction about diners

Sunday Brunch at the Olympic Diner, by Paul Beckman

Sunday’s line for breakfast at the Olympic Diner was a block and a half long instead of the usual block. We got a booth and that made my wife and kids happy.  The kids talked about the chocolate chunk pancakes, Elaine sang, “French toast, French toast, French toast” over and over again and I acted […]

Short fiction by Tim Hanson

When You Were Young, by Tim Hanson

            Night came as it always did, with the stench of bad breath and cheap cologne.             Sometimes, they’d delicately whisper her name, giving each syllable a reverent power; more often, their desires grew violent, and they’d leave bruises around her throat. No matter their […]

Clear Conscience in Five Acts, by Mileva Anastasiadou

The lady in black stood pondering before proceeding with her plan. She spent more money than the year before, because of the worsening circumstances in the country. She wasn’t aware of the failing economy first hand, yet that was what she heard at the balls she had been attending which certainly didn’t lack the glamour […]

Short story with a dark edge by Sal DiFalco

Poisoning Felix, by Salvatore DiFalco

Someone had poisoned Felix Garibaldi’s toothpaste! The toothbrush fell from his hand as this horrible possibility dawned on him. He held his head under the tap and rinsed his throbbing tongue and gums. Compounding the pain and concern, some of the poisonous toothpaste had spattered into his right eye which, in reaction, had swollen shut. […]

Sore point, by Dasha Zagurskaya

She moved to the big city for college with no expectations, which turned out to be a good thing, for in the end of the day she didn’t have to let go of them in addition to exorbitant sums of money spent on menthol cigarettes. New York geared an inscrutable mechanism inside her. Her sleep […]

The Corpse House, by Tyrel Kessinger

Along with the freelance handyman jobs here and there, Terry always picked up the seasonal hours at The Corpse House. Extra money was extra money, he told people, though he did it simply for the art of it; his love for scaring the shit out of people. He practiced moves in the mirror in the […]

Rezanoff Drive, by Glenn Nelson

I can no longer remember certain things about the past. Faces dissolve…. A gentle touch… gone… like a candle blown out by the wind. There are still shapes in the fog…. A sort of lingering form in the darkness. I can still remember the disjointed rattling of the el train as it passes by my […]

Short fiction

All of Saint Peter’s Associates, by Jihoon Park

Saint Peter sat at his desk, doing figures. Stacks of papers were strewn across his desk as he typed away on a small desktop computer. The only other object on his desk was a small, incandescent and insufficient lamp. At first he was against the idea of going digital. He had used ink on honest-to-god […]

Hall of Reptiles, By Fred D. White

Chester raked a pocket comb through his son’s hair near the entrance to the Hall of Reptiles. “Your mop never stays in place, just like the rest of you, Murph.” He tilted the boy’s head with both hands to inspect the combing. “I suppose that hee-haw step-daddy of yours don’t teach you much about appearance.” […]

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