Short Stories

Day 1: After two hundred seventy days hopscotching through space I’ve crash landed on a distant planet.  My ship is destroyed beyond repair; indeed, I am lucky to be alive.  I lost communication with earth several days ago and even if I could speak with them it would take months to attempt my rescue.  I...

This story is from a new contest I entered, called NYC Midnight.  They run different contests throughout the year–this one has writers in groups create a story about a common genre, specific action, with a specific word that has to appear.  My group’s genre was historical fiction.  The action was washing clothes by hand, and...

Something in the way he asked the question made Pax frown.  “I feel there’s some sort of catch,” she said, eyeing the shifty-looking kid. “No, really,” he insisted.  “We want you on our team.  Either you want in or you don’t.  The bell’s about to ring.  My next tardy gets turned into an absence.  I...

Out of bullets, the cowboy dismounted his weary steed as he watched his Indian pursuer approach.  “Let the horse go,” he said, hands up.  The Comanche nodded as he drew his bow.  “He carry you far.” The cowboy slapped its flank and it galloped away.  “Not far enough.”