He’d never seen anyone so disappointed in him. She appeared out of nowhere, a stranger ten years older than any of his students. It hadn’t been shock or fear on her face, frozen white in the headlights of his sedan.… Continue Reading
When my friend, Sandy, asked if I considered myself a feminist, I was dumbfounded. I mean, here I was in the hospital, wallowing in the aftermath of congestive heart failure, and she wants to discuss feminist ideology? Maybe it was… Continue Reading
Peggy had always been suspicious of truth. Truth hurts. But as she tiptoed away from the bedroom, with another tray of untouched food, she realised truth could do more than pinch a bit. The truth was killing Dennis. In the… Continue Reading
Listen to “Understatement” by Gaius Coffey, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] Gaius Coffey‘s story “Alone, Not Lonely” was shortlisted for the 2010 Fish Publications One-page Story competition. His story “Terry and the Eye” was Every Day Fiction’s most read story… Continue Reading
Cotton candy clouds and chocolate rivers… if only, right? “Candyland is only a place in name” is what everyone says. “Hansel and Gretel couldn’t have visited a house of gingerbread. The birds would have eaten it.” Doubters rule the world… Continue Reading
Dear Man, Seems funny that water what comes out of this pipe is good for fish. But some say water is all colors. Can water be blue? Green? I only know this color. Which ain’t no color. And if fish… Continue Reading
When Britney imagined leaving her mom’s house, it was always for a good reason. She would leave for college, for love, for her own apartment in like a city with a cool job. But the day it actually happened was… Continue Reading
The teddy bear was Hitler. Josh knew that for a fact. Why else would Josh be holding the gun at the bear’s head? Josh didn’t know how Hitler had got into his run-down house. He couldn’t have snuck over with… Continue Reading
They were still there hours later, standing wearily in the swanky, air-conditioned interior of the jewelry shop. Brenda had rejected every ring the sales assistant (whose departmental smile was just beginning to crack) had shown them. “Too bright.” “Garish.” “Plain… Continue Reading
Am I such a bad person? I can feel my mother’s secret like a weight on my chest, pulsing beneath my rumpled jacket. The watery hospital cafeteria coffee turns to acid on my tongue, and I shudder down the remnants… Continue Reading