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short stories

This section is dedicated to those interested in reading the delightful art form of the short story. It's unfortunate that fewer people may be reading short stories these days. This section aims to provide a nice cross section of short stories, sourced and curated from various sites, which will hopefully reintroduce our members to this excellent source of entertainment. We will be doing our best to keep a steady flow of short stories coming for your pleasure. 
 

 

  • Life in Balance

    Tilly had walked a tightrope with her father her whole life, or at least as far back as she could remember. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him - it was just that the older she got, the more she found his expectations unrealistic. He required her to study five hours a day, train for another five, sleep for a minimum of nine. Socialising was an unnecessary luxury, and as for having a boyfriend… Tilly didn’t allow herself to even contemplate that one.... ....Read More
     

     

    Charles

    The day my son Laurie started kindergarten he renounced corduroy overalls with bibs and began wearing blue jeans with a belt; I watched him go off the first morning with the older girl next door, seeing clearly that an era of my life was ended, my sweet-voiced nursery-school tot replaced by a longtrousered, swaggering character who forgot to stop at the corner and wave good-bye to me. ... ....Read More

    The Tie Lady  

    To start with, Dawn enjoyed being among the jostling night time crowd in Namdaemun, the oldest market in Seoul. She lost herself in a maze of alleyways, some lined with backlit bottles of ginseng, others crammed with unidentifiable fruit, or bubbling vats of street food.... ....Read More

    The Perfect Date

    “I don’t think so, Mike from Bristol,” I said as I turned away from the computer screen and poured myself a glass of wine. I went back to the screen and scrolled down. Mark from Trowbridge – looked like an axe murderer.. .. ....Read More

    Death by Scrabble

    We're playing Scrabble. That's how bad it is. I'm 42 years old, it's a blistering hot Sunday afternoon and all I can think of to do with my life is to play Scrabble... ....Read More
     

     

    Conversations over Coffee

    Simon was walking to his appointment when he saw her. Swathed all in black, even the eyes, more a mound of material than a human being. He was not prejudiced, racist, certainly not an Islamaphobe, but that really was too much. How could she live like that? So separated from the rest of the world. Even her hand that held the coffee cup was gloved. Open-minded and liberal thought he might be, that was wrong. .. ....Read More

     

    Gift of the Magi


    One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.. ....Read More

     

     

    The Kerry Set

    STEVE FARLEY sat in the departure lounge at Gatwick Airport waiting to board a flight back to his native Kerry. He left his rural home in his early twenties to seek a job in England. But that was over forty years ago, at a time when emigration was rife in Ireland. Steve recalled the day he left on a bus destined for Cork City and then on a train to Rosslare Harbour to board the ferry to Fishguard.

    When he disembarked the sky was dark and grey. Pouring rain sent water gushing down from the hills overlooking the harbour. A train was waiting on the platform to transport him and other passengers to Paddington Station in London. He had a friend's address in Harlesden, tucked carefully in the inside pocket of his jacket. ....Read More

     

    Against the Clock : A Cricket Story

    My family are a great anxiety to me. Sometimes when Saunders is doing my hair -- it's been up for ages -- nearly six months -- I look in the glass, and wonder why it's not grey -- the hair, I mean.

    There is my brother Bob, for instance. He's much better, now, of course, for I have worked very hard on him; but when he first went to Oxford he was dreadful. He required the very firmest treatment on my part..   ....Read More

     

    First Love

    "WANT to try, Gran?" asked my grandson, Tim. 'Ah, no thanks love,' I replied as I watched him play a game on his dad's mobile phone. I could not even imagine my arthritic fingers fumbling with those little buttons.

    'Tell me about the phone in the old days, please Gran.'

    'Our phone was the only one in the village,' I said and my mind went back to my young days and the old phone in our draughty hall and to my first love......Read More

     

    The Lottery Ticket -- by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904)

    Ivan Dmitritch, a middle-class man who lived with his family on an income of twelve hundred a year and was very well satisfied with his lot, sat down on the sofa after supper and began reading the newspaper. .   ....Read More

     

    Second Time's The Charm -- by Bonnie Wood

    My name is Jeanne O'Connell, and I had recently fled the state of Washington, and a very bad relationship to settle in the place I had spent most of my summers as a kid, Camp Wood, Texas. I hadn’t been back here in nine years. I went to Washington to go to school, met a guy, moved in with him, and it took me six years to realize he was the asshole, not me. .....Read More

     

    Lamb to the Slaughter -- by Roald Dahl (1916-1990)

    The room was warm and clean, the curtains drawn, the two table lamps alight-hers and the one by the empty chair opposite. On the sideboard behind her, two tall glasses, soda water, whiskey. Fresh ice cubes in the Thermos bucket. ......Read More

     

    The Case of The Lower Case Letter -- by Jack Delany

    She breezed into my office one cold September morning. I'd been enjoying a hot cup of Starbuck's finest and surfing the web for local news. The famous lexical semanticist Professor Edgar Nettleston had been found dead, a gunshot wound to the head. The police verdict was suicide.. ... Read More

     

    The Darkness -- by Börkur Sigurbjörnsson

    “Did you know that things exist that one sees better in darkness than in daylight?” you asked as we walked together in the darkness along the unlit gravel road that ran the length of the fjord in western Iceland... ....Read Moredddd

     

     

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