As writers, we want to know our stories are being read and enjoyed by others. We love to see a comment or even a “like.”
For me, short stories are an excellent way to unwind and learn about the craft. When I come across one I find particularly engaging, I like to share it – pay it forward.
Here are some of the most recent stories I’d like to share with you -enjoy. If you like them as much as I did – pass them on and be sure to reach out to the author.
- WOW Winter 2016 Runner-up: The Shower by Catherine Fitton
- Norwegian American Magazine – Lily of the Valley by Jessica Laine-Mork
- The Writers Newsletter – Dying to Meet You by Jane Risdon
- Every Day Fiction – Black Friday by Lucy Mihajlich
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This was a draft from an old prompt. Don’t remember why I didn’t get around to posting this, but here it is. Enjoy.
Panicked, the man ran from rack to rack.
“Can I help you, Sir?” The clerk asked.
“I only looked away for a minute.”
“You’ve lost something?”
The man frantically wiped aside clothes on the nearby racks, looking underneath one. “Jackson!”
The clerk’s hands fluttered against her chest. “Oh my; shall I call security?”
“Jackson, I swear to God, when I get my hands on you.”
“I’m sure he’s close by, but threatening him won’t make him come out of hiding,” the clerk said, in a strained, high voice.
A look of confusion crossed the clerk’s face. “You said, Jackson. Aren’t we looking for a boy?”
The man rolled his eyes. “It’s a gender neutral name,” he said, moving to the next rack. “Haven’t you heard the latest, gender terms are offensive.”
“Offensive?” The clerk moved with him, scanning the area for a wandering child. “To whom?”
“Not to me,” he said, stopping abruptly, “It’s a family name.” A smile spread across his face. The clerk followed his gaze.
The child stood on the dressing stage in front of a large mirror. Tiny hands clutched her frilly pink dress, and dark brown curls bounced with each twirl.
“She looks like a princess to me; all girl,” he said.
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