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Category Archives: Short Story
Wading Into The Foyle
“Time, gentlemen.” The bargirl began placing the empty chairs atop their tables one by one. Even with all the lights on in the pub it was very dark, but the younger man had no difficulty seeing his friend’s … Continue reading
The Night I Beat Up Conor
To look at him today, to hear him run his mouth and then make good on every boast, you would think Conor was born that way—a nearly unbeatable braggart. But it’s me here to tell you he wasn’t, for … Continue reading
A Brief Conversation On Eternity
” Is there really such a thing as Heaven?” “Don’t know for certain. No one does.” “Is there such a thing as Hell?” “Don’t know for certain. No one does.” “But what if there’s nothing after you die?” “Then you … Continue reading
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Cruel Dream
“I thought you were dead.” “I’m not; otherwise, how could we be talking? You can hear me, can’t you? You can see me, can you not?” “I can. It’s just…the newspapers said…” “Never mind what the papers said. We’re here … Continue reading
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Thoughts from the bridge
He stared into the water, waiting for the swans. Nowhere in sight. And so he waited a while longer. While he waited, he watched the passers-by. He knew none of them; they didn’t know his story, nor did he know … Continue reading
Afraid
Tommy’s eyes opened. He knew it was the middle of the night, or early morning, but he was afraid to look at the clock, for fear of seeing the hour. At least I didn’t remember my dreams, he thought. I’m … Continue reading