We told our parents we were going fishing. My brother stuffed contraband down one of his bootlegs, and we set out for the creek in the woods behind our house.
Nothing good ever came from those boots. He wore them black and with a pointed toe.
Literary Story
Africa in Short by Marijke Hillmann
Marijke Hillmann is our first featured recurring author. She is currently writing a novel about a 40 year period she spent in Africa. We are very overjoyed to have her works on our site.
Smiles by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya
Sir, these are fresh vegetables, plucked in the morning
The Enemy by M.H.D.S. Dharshanapriya
It was a gloomy day, prevailing clammy weather throughout. After a hard days work, I made my best effort to find a seat in the bus, by pushing one or two passengers out of my way, with my weight.
Opportunities by Douglas Clifton
I catch his eye and nod. He turns back to his newspaper. Christ! I only want the newspaper, not him. The waitress comes by with the coffee pot, tops off my mug, and walks over to his table.