Short Stories

Your image has been tormenting me during the day haunting me in my dreams at night

I was cheered because you were here

Experience can be known subjectively from the inside

He tried to connect with other ladies but he wanted much more than they could offer.

She locked herself in her little world.

Ashley gasped for air the shock had stopped her from breathing

A young lady with hardly anything on, got out of the car.

The sweetest support is found in the most intimate friendship

His throat felt dry his palms felt wet he felt uptight.

The last thing they wanted to see was a breathing uncle

Deep down we are empty shells

We promised each other in front of God

True beauty never fades away

The only reason I am here is to stop my wife leaving me

They look trim and terrific, generous and gracious, healthy and wealthy…

I have tremendous admiration for all the women I loved

No one can take love back

Would the killer hear me and come back to finish the job

I wanted to slap Joan’s face. I should have.

If the situation weren’t so frustrating, it would be quite comical.

A gift that I’d rather not have

There is no way I can explain to you that would make any sense to me.

His parents took away his hopes and dreams.

His best friend hanged for murder, love of his life suicided, daughter is drug addict, he has no clue why he ended up on his own.

He grants her a wish like a fairy godmother

A bore married man envies an associate’s freedom and sexual encounter.

The unlikely companionship between a pale faced city boy and a sunburned, bearded bush man.

A married man’s guilty conscience stirs up unwanted inner turbulence.

The grand-daughter wants to know what Granny’s dreams were all about, how come they kept her alive?

Can you hear that delicate yet forceful, faint yet intense, slight yet mighty, that sound of the night?

Physical feelings came and went, emotional feelings grabbed his heart.