Bus Stop

Carl Travers arrived at work Friday morning at the Central City bus station. Travers had worked the 5:00 a.m. shift for 17 years. He had seen it all: people peeing in the garbage can, used condoms in the bus bay, hypodermic needles outside the reception door. So, it didn’t faze him - not one bit... Continue Reading →

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The Retreat

Thursday 1:00 p.m. Out of the corner of her eye, Victoria could see Iris plodding down the hall, back to her desk outside Victoria’s office. She had inherited Iris a year ago, when she had taken over as the VP of Consumer Products at Yardley Foods. Victoria looked at her assistant and wondered if the... Continue Reading →

No Stone Unturned

Mark Franklin was fidgety as he sat in the jury deliberation room. They had been sequestered for 4 days now. No matter how much they discussed the case, it always came back to the same vote. 11-1, guilty. Mark was the 1, fighting against the tide. The windowless room was hot and stuffy. The fluorescent... Continue Reading →

The Apartment

Zoey felt the door slam inches from her face. She stood in the dim hallway, staring back at the dull gray door. Scratches and dents showed the years of abuse from tenants ramming furniture into it as they moved in, and then again on the way out. Zoey knew when she agreed to move in... Continue Reading →

Roomates – the Conclusion

The next morning, Alexa had already left by the time Misha woke up. Misha had to work after class and would be home late. She would have to wait until late tonight to talk about the sleepwalking episode with Alexa. By the time Misha got home, Alexa was already in bed. This left Misha feeling... Continue Reading →

Roomates

Misha sat on the couch of the apartment she shared with her roommate, Alexa. It was after midnight and she knew she had to get up for work the next day. She just wanted to finish the movie. She knew it was a bad idea, starting a movie so late. Much worse was the fact... Continue Reading →

Basement Door

The basement door creaked open on its own. The pungent smell of musty air, cold and damp, hit her hard, stinging her eyes. Wafting was much too delicate a term. This smell came at her like a rabid dog. She turned her head to take a deep breath of fresher air before descending. She wobbled... Continue Reading →

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