The Short Story Gallery
read part 1, part 2 Part 3 The walls collapsed and the snowmen entered. The elf guards ran from the tower and sounded the alarm. After they sounded the alarm, they rallied more troops. They snatched some from the kitchen and a few workers on the roof. They called on the ones who were eating
read part 1 Part 2 The location of the North Pole was ever-changing, and Slodgy McStuffins remembered that once he lifted his head out of the snow and turned to nothing. So, he curled that straight look into a scowl, he even growled, and he kicked a cluster of snow towards the empty space where
Slodgy McStuffins is a series of Christmas Short Stories that I started a long time ago in a state of mind far, far away :). Some of you may recognize it, most won’t. But here it is. Part 1 of Slodgy McStuffins. Enjoy. Part 1 Christmas morning, Timmy was first to open his eyes. Before
*I am pleased to share the first part of a short story series from my dear friend, Brittany N. Gathing. Check out her website, follow her on twitter and enjoy the story. The Traveler’s Journey part one by Brittany N. Gathing “Let the celebration commence,” the chief called out for everyone in a three-span radius
#1 New Release on Amazon Here is an excerpt of “Inside” by D.M. Siciliano. Chapter 1 Anxiety pulsed through Alex and hung heavy in the humid New England summer air. As he pedaled behind Reid in the dark, the beam of the flashlight strapped to his friend’s bike bobbed like some strange drunken firefly, darting
JASON In a dimmed warehouse, chained to a pipe, alone, a spotlight shined on him. Was it the water dripping from the ceiling or sweat? Was it his musty armpits crawling into his nostrils or the pile of dead rats a few feet ahead? What is this—Where am I? He felt drained, in pain and
“Are you ready?” The Security Guard asked. “Are you?” The Old Man replied with a lifted brow. The Guard nodded. “I’m gonna be hauling ass out there,” The Old Man stated. “You make sure you get everyone out the door as soon as I pull up. I’ll honk the horn. I don’t wanna be out
A platoon ascended a hill that hadn’t been walked over in some time. The prints in the snow were of the soldiers and their horses only. They were headed toward a castle that had been abandoned for hundreds of years now. But report after report stated that people had been missing and were taken to
*Disclaimer II. Fan Fiction. The following is inspired by the true story of a fictional character. I didn’t make him up. Someone else did. I just put twenties on it.* Read part I, part II
