Short Fiction

Crazies are bound to destroy the world as we know it -- the apocalypse could be right around the corner ...

The results of his research where unbelievably hopeful ... but the secret of the success was too dangerous to fall into the wrong hands.

Who is going to listen to a goofy kid's advice? Youth has its limitations, but fortunately, Julie's determination is not one of them ...

Some times a family has to provide "tough love" for their wayward child ... even in the perfect zombie world.

Losing a friend is heart-breaking. Consolation only comes when you can accept the new horizon that friend must surely see ...

On the mountain, you have nothing but what you can carry -- that which is essential. Is the burden heavier going up the trail, or coming down?

He was a diabolical mastermind -- and only one person on earth could keep a close enough eye on him ...

Wait! It may be the season of Spring, but it's not too late for this character to look down and send you some ...

You can see it in their eyes -- that moment when the joy in the sky is no longer there ...

You can see it in their eyes -- that moment when the joy in the sky is no longer there ...

It takes only one wrong step to show you your mortality. And then, when you know your time is limited, it takes only one clear thought to make the world better for someone ...

There's a very good reason for that little "Danger" tag that says, "Do Not Overinflate..."

Only one man will survive and be rewarded great rank -- the rest will become creatures without hope or dreams ...

Michael Price received his BA in Theater from the University of Minnesota in 1980 and has been writing fiction, primarily as a source of self entertainment, ever since. He performed his own one-man one-act play at the 2011 Minnesota Fringe Festival to considerable critical acclaim, has had a number of his short stories published in 2012, and recently finished his first novel, "Serpentine."

Almost anyone who has ever suffered from insomnia knows that nothing good happens at three in the morning, but even reruns of "Gilligan's Island" are better than a kidnapping by malignant skeletons ...

Small children always crave attention. Most parents know and understand that. But there are others who know that, too ...

Lasagna, tacos, hot dogs, cherry pie -- all great, but Sid has one dietary requirement ...

A brutal, unthinkable murder -- what sort of heartless monster could commit such a crime?

You've met them before: those slimy power-mad lousy low-down good-for-nothing ... and you've worked for them too.

C.J. Arellano is a writer and filmmaker. During the day, he works as a video editor at the Second City comedy theatre in Chicago. Sift through his video and writing stuff at CJArellano.com.

Conclusion. Who is this woman Marie, who seems to know him? Surely it couldn't be -- no, surely not ...

Ward Webb is the author of numerous short stories and novellas. Originally from NC, he currently lives in NYC. When he is not reading, he is writing -- and when he is not writing, he will most likely be dead. Please do not send flowers.

It's time to close the coffin lid over his reprobate cousin, but will doing so open up memories that still turn Linc's stomach?

He was a homeless man of little means; no where to go, no friend to talk to or give him comfort -- save one... the best one...

That lying, drunken, irresponsible crook -- wouldn't you think that instead of weeping, the family would be saying, "Good riddance"?

He wasn't seeking fame or fortune, but he hoped that how he lived his life would stand up to his reflection in the eyes of his son ...

Death, the great equalizer -- only Linc hasn't the faintest desire to be equal to his hell-bound cousin ...

Love, they say conquers all. It is no respecter of persons, even those with super powers. It seems that a broken heart may be more dangerous than kryptonite ...

When the world ends, it won't be because of war or natural disaster. It will be because of one hapless stoner, just looking to get his next high.

Inexorable, inescapable, every fear that hides in the recesses of the mind ... one look around the corner away ...