Short Stories

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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 ...

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, ...

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 ...