Short Stories

Short Fiction – American Innocence, Our Children Now and Then (By Donal Mahoney)

American Innocence, Our Children Now and Then By Donal Mahoney As we know, sometimes we can see the big picture by peeking through a keyhole. And in America today perhaps we can see better the state of innocence among young ...

Short Story – Life’s Riverbed (By Haidji)

Life’s Riverbed Square Table. 2 persons, 4 places. One for the handbags; one empty place. The plate was in front of Sophie. Marianne was sitting in front of her, speaking so much that Sophie could not hear it anymore: “Why ...

Short Fiction – By The Yellow Light (By Melissa R. Mendelson)

By The Yellow Light by, Melissa R. Mendelson I was nine when my parents got divorced. I could hear them arguing downstairs as I clutched Teddy in my arms. I always felt safe in this house. I didn’t want to ...

Short Story – Older Days (By Nathan Young)

Older Days I do not like this, and I miss the older days. Back then was good. I remember so much from back then. I had gone to London (I forget now why but I do remember the important things ...

Short Fiction – The Candle Lights (By Melissa R. Mendelson)

The Candle Lights by, Melissa R. Mendelson A soft glow slipped across the darkness. It chased the shadows away. All the unwanted emotions like doubt and fear became silenced. Peace was no longer a dream, and the body would know ...

Short Story – MORNING RUN (By Norbert Kovacs)

MORNING RUN by Norbert Kovacs (Originally published in FIVE:2:ONE's #thesideshow, May 12, 2018. The author has revised the text.) For three weeks, Phil's veins ran with anticipation. He woke with a tingling in his arms and a warmth suffusing his ...

Short Story – Plight (By Tahereh K.V. Dahkurdi)

Plight The house of Saman and Shayan was located on a three-part street; the houses with yard were in the first part, corporate houses were in the middle and in the end there were the garrison and a military training ...

Short Story – He Landed Mad (By Carol Park)

He Landed Mad He lands with embers smoldering within and feels as senseless as the crazy cow plunging herself into barbed wire again and again at his cattle ranch. He walks the gangway behind the wisp of a woman. During ...

Short Fiction – Please Stay And Guard Me (By Melissa R. Mendelson)

Please, Stay and Guard Me by, Melissa R. Mendelson The room was a soft white. Lit candles decorated the furniture. Their flames bowed and swayed. Their warmth struggled to chase the coldness away. They failed. Still, they fought. I pulled ...

Short Fiction – sKiN (By Melissa R. Mendelson)

sKiN by, Melissa R. Mendelson Are you hungry? Are you thirsty? Are you cold? Are you warm? Are you awake? Are you aware? These questions ran on a loop. It seemed like with every hour, they greeted me as an ...