The exhaust note of the Maserati Quattroporte sang through the streets of Scottsdale in the dead of the night. They recklessly raced through town with…
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Category: Short Stories
She could feel her skin tingling and her heartbeat was in sync with the blaring music at the trendy new Old Town nightclub. She had…
May 29, 2019 They had only just met but their connection was powerful and apparent. She appeared to be everything he’d hoped for. Her voice…
I regained consciousness in a puddle of my own blood. I could see out of only my right eye and I feared for the worst.…
A short story by Stan Collins posted to Reddit’s r/WritingPrompts [WP] You’re going about your daily business and decide to check reddit, when suddenly you…
The Unlikely Racists A Short Story With Lasting Implications Nothing was familiar, the world had gone mad, and Don was starting his life over in…
Sunlight poured through the blinds into the room and under the lids of my dry, tired eyes. My body was hurting and my mind was…
Underneath the grand facade of Scottsdale city lights lives a melancholy existence, a sort of shared sadness amongst many of the locals that frequent the…