I get to ride shotgun in Mr. Gregoryâs car because I missed my bus, and I missed my bus because I lost Spiderman in the snow at recess. I got Spiderman in a Happy Meal that Dad bought me once. His arms and legs move, but he doesnât have a …Read More »
Sitting above a crossbar of steel, high above the roaring New York, so staggering a view, I knew a man, though he was not my friend. He stayed isolated from the group, working the harder jobs along the trim steel, hauling wires and jumping rails, as if he dared God …Read More »
Please welcome Jim Dempsey to Writer Unboxed today! Jim is a professional member of the Society for Editors and Proofreaders and works as a book editor at a site called Novel Gazing. In his own words: âI began my professional career as a journalist, working mostly in radio, and then, …Read More »
I guzzled the last beer from the mini-fridge, slammed the empty can on the bar, and crushed it with my sledge hammer. Content continues after advertisement Melissa hated my man-cave. It was no surprise that, when her father died, she announced weâd be converting my only place of escape into …Read More »
She slept like a comma under the comforter; he slept like a corpse on top. She was open like sunflowers; he retreated like a shrinking one. They were both still young. She believed in language; he believed in numbers. Five years ago, language and numbers merged and became a unifying …Read More »
I read the email through five times before I clicked send. I found myself checking for grammar just to be sure I sounded the superior party. Petty, but true. Should I end with ‘sincerely’, a nasty little spike to the addressee’s heart? Oh, yes, I’m SO sincere in spitting on …Read More »
âMommy, look at his big head!â Content continues after advertisement Nothing was held sacred, not even the head of a chief judge on a Sunday morning. The judge was going bald; sprinkles of white salted his temples dotting their way round to the tips where the hair stopped just short …Read More »
» Spitting and Crying on a Marriage in Turmoil by Nic Whitaker Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
It was one of those days in the middle of spring that come along to humble you and remind you that Mother Nature is the ultimate ego; spitting and crying at once, soaking you and freezing you and making you walk with your shoulders up around your ears and the …Read More »
» Dog Days and Starlit Nights By Angie J. Mayfield Short stories, flash fiction and creative writing online.
It was love at first sight. He was ambling alongside the road with a McDonaldâs French fry box in his mouth, and something about those big sorrowful eyes, copper brown and pleading, tugged at my heart, and the steering wheel, forcing me to pull over and offer him a ride. …Read More »
Aunt Ellie had a secret past. As kids, we all instinctively recognised this from the way the family treated her. There were a lot of sidelong looks, lowered voices, and a general air of disapproval whenever her name was mentioned. Content continues after advertisement We all loved her. She was …Read More »