In Our Darkest Humor
“We are receiving reports from across the West Coast... Cell phone users since this morning have been unable to utilize their phones,” said the news anchor in Los Angeles. The headline would soon be on a daylong cycle of Breaking News.
Footage of people panic-stricken in their homes, with family members involuntarily screaming, sent indiscriminate shock waves throughout the West Coast. These shock waves did not carry a signal to the person of the left or right of them. Read more [...]
Changing the Timid Tire
“Estella looked out the window of her Miami apartment at the folding blue clouds blocking the evening’s sunset. She called her boyfriend Thelonious about an event later in the evening: “What time are leaving tonight? The weather is supposed to be worse later.”
“I’m not sure, probably around nine or nine-thirty,” Thelonious responded.
“Why so late?” Estella asked.
‘Why so late’ was a hopeful extension to tell Estella that he was not going to this event. Read more [...]
Blanche Gatto’s Baked Goods
“Remember, all entries must be mailed in before noon on March fifth. Make sure to send one dessert recipe. Then attach a brief bio of yourself, and most importantly, write on the envelope, ‘2017 Battle of the Bakers.’ The three chosen contestants will present their desserts at our St. Patrick’s Day celebration at our Market Square Pavilion. Wow, this should be interesting… the morning show sampling sweet desserts then drinking pitchers of beer with corn Read more [...]
Stephan Bailey: A Valise of Doubt
“You’ve got this all wrong,” Tim Derr said to his best friend of thirty years, Stephan Bailey who sat next to him on a stool at a tavern in Miami called, 305 Brass. “First and foremost compadre, as a person who has known you the most, and the best wingman that a guy looking for a girl could ask for—it’s not a blind date.”
“Remember when Tara and I went to an all-inclusive in Key West?” Tim asked.
“Of course,” Stephan said.
“Well, Read more [...]
Rotted Orange among the Apple Orchards
A man from Miami wearing brown sandals, drawstring tan pants and a white guayabera appeared large between dead apple orchards. Two turkey vultures pecked on his body nailed between the long grass blades with a bullet. Their beaks had been breaking his skin since the scent stirred the air of a farm field in the eight hours of his death. The body was later identified by the sister of the deceased man: Charlie Snow.
Twelve hours earlier at the Merry Mountain Read more [...]
The Lone Wolfe
Winner of the WritersWeekly.com 24-Hour Short Story Contest Selection
“The Mac Dad will make you...Jump! Jump! The Daddy Mac will make...Jump! Jump!" Lisa sang as she held onto the rope that swung over Wolfe Lake.
"Then 'Jump!' already, Lisa!" Terrence yelled while their friends laughed at her from the bank. She let go and plunged into the cool water with her two middle fingers pointed at Terrence.
"Hey Terrence, what does this mean (Ginger and Elaine give him the middle finger Read more [...]
Retirement in the Everglades
When they submerged Cantor’s body in the sawgrass marsh, there were gators that tore and gnawed until his five feet two inches frame was green and raw from the eventual decomposition. However, the human remains of Cantor’s departure remained relevant because of a father and son fishing trip. Gerry Torre’s nine year old son told his dad that he caught an Oscar, but to Gerry’s shock it was not a fish. It could be the possible missing person from the Miami Herald Read more [...]