Short Stories

The Camp By, Melissa R. Mendelson White snow clung to metal, begging for escape.  Its watery fingers traced the barb wire.  Cold tears fell, circling and plummeting to the ground, eaten by oblivion.  A glimpse of sunlight tried to catch ...
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The Girl In The Window by, Melissa R. Mendelson I first noticed her one night before dark.  She hovered in front of the window, staring outward.  At first, I thought that she was staring at me, but she wasn’t.  It ...
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I think an angel might be working the drive thru window of my local McDonald's.  I'm not for sure, but I've had my suspensions now for some time. One might wonder,"why I feel this way?" I question the feeling myself, ...
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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 ...
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Crush on a masterpiece ---Sunil Sharma What happens, if you get a crush on a European masterpiece? Plenty of fast-paced action, totally strange! Any doubts, please check with young Varun, the guy that got sucked into a series of bizarre ...
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Once, not so long ago, there was a very sad dragon who spent all her lonely days deep in slumber within her cave. She ventured outside only to wish upon the sparkling white lights that filled an ebony sky. There, ...
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Mimosa 1 “You’re ten minutes late. Why?” Frank’s question took her by surprise. If only Claire could tell him she hadn’t wanted to be late. That some things were simply beyond her control. So many things were beyond her control ...
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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 ...
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The Ticking by, Melissa R. Mendelson White walls dressed in color splayed across the room. Large, glass windows drifted beneath soft, silky white curtains. The furniture was all decked out in black leather, all except for the chestnut wood desk ...
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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 ...
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