Short Story

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A flash of gray whizzed by. This was it—she had arrived. Sid was so nervous that he teetered, almost losing his footing. He took a breath, steadied himself, and looked up. She wasn't his typical type and almost twice his size, but he had agreed to this blind date to get himself out there, dive into the dating pool. It was summer, after all, and he still didn't have a girlfriend—he was desperate to couple up. But she was beautiful with large stunning eyes staring back at him. A sunflower seed dangled from her beak.
By Meredith Bell5 years ago in Fiction
Yeah, we were.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the table, it wasn’t like I was genuinely entranced by every painfully minuscule detail. I was just trying to find something to distract myself with while I waited in this horribly pretentious restaurant. A deep blue table cloth with swans embroidered on top would have to do.
By Casi Alarcon5 years ago in Fiction
The Blind Date Gone Right
Walking into the bar, I scanned the crowd, searching for the blind date my friend, Dana, had set up behind my back and kept to herself until today. All I knew was his name and that both of us would be wearing red.
By Amethyst Champagne5 years ago in Fiction
The Thrift Shop Find
As you do your normal wandering around town today, enjoying the sunshine, you’re searching for something to either see or do.
By Amethyst Champagne5 years ago in Fiction
Museum Musings
“You really don’t mind that our first date is at your workplace?” I ask hesitantly as my date unlocks and opens the doors. His name is Henry. Average in height, he looks presentable in a well-worn suit and is the curator of the local museum, which I suggested be our first date before I knew of his job here. He responds as he indicates that I walk in before him.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)5 years ago in Fiction
Digging the Digs
“To the quarry!” toasts Morgan cheerfully, raising his cup to connect with mine. I try not to let on that I’ve come to like him throughout the day or that his quirky smile makes my heart flutter as I join the toast.
By Megan Baker (Left Vocal in 2023)5 years ago in Fiction
Mistress of the House of Books. V+ Fiction Award Winner.
On the east side of the John Adams Building, facing Third Street, was an entrance. It used to feature three pairs of bronze doors. Sculpted upon these doors were the names and standing forms of heroes and gods. The same six figures for the pairs on either side, with a different half-dozen for the middle pair. Twelve unique figures in all. Hope, perhaps, in an astrological nod?
By Matthew Daniels5 years ago in Fiction
Planning Vengeance excerpt
This is an excerpt from my first novel, Planning Vengeance, published in November, 2019. Feel free to check out my Amazon Author's Page for this and my other titles. If you like this, I'd love for you to check out my Vocal Profile as well.
By L. Lane Bailey5 years ago in Fiction
Don't Mind the Mess
“Sorry, I know it’s a bit of a state,” Declan said. “I’ll need a sec to clear the way. We don’t do much livin’ in the living room.”
By Matthew Daniels5 years ago in Fiction
We Hope to See You Soon
“Hello, Dear. What treasures did you find this time?” Naomi asked as Josef, her husband of 62 years, tottered through the front door struggling with a large, wrapped parcel. Although glad he had a hobby, she always was relieved to see him return safely.
By Curt Newell5 years ago in Fiction
At the Cabin
"We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin." It had been a good enough start to the book, and Gretchen knew she'd be able to finish it soon. But not at home. Never at home.
By Paula Shablo5 years ago in Fiction
Dormancy
Ice clinked the side of the glass. A brief singe tickled her throat before the refreshing gin bathed her tongue. She sighed. A strong cocktail for a sobering task. She sat on the bare hardwood floor in her apartment, surveying the room stuffed with forgotten parts of her life.
By Meredith Bell5 years ago in Fiction