Short Stories

0. An Incident (Part I)

Nobody paid attention to the two men walking into Commonly Bank’s tall glass building in the middle of Melbourne save for a few people at the door walking out. The lobby on the ground floor had recently been redecorated with faux dark wood and modern looking seating areas trying to Read more…

By ryan, ago
Prompt

The last puzzle

For nineteen years, every week, every Wednesday in fact, Jose had been receiving a puzzle piece in the mail. The stamp markings were from all over the world and none of the pieces, except for the first one, have had a note with them. Well, that’s not entirely true. The Read more…

By ryan, ago
Prompt

Conveyor Lady

For the most part, it was smooth. Though worn in a few areas, it was in its peak-prime-shape for sure. Sliding along on its rollers the sound was soothing to Tasha who’d just finished her daily inspection of the life of the plant. The line, better known to you an I Read more…

By ryan, ago
Short Stories

The Gumball Labs Incident

The daily entry of Mark, our lab intern, was unmistakable as his shoe did its routine squeak across the faux wood floor. As the only doctor on staff that shift I was in charge of the microbiologist staff, Mark included. I watched as he sat at his desk to go Read more…

By ryan, ago
Short Stories

Ten Decades of Ruling, No More

This letter was found on the desk of the North Korean Premier on 2 September 2020 and declassified by the United States Government on 12 September 2048. The Premier was found dead, succumbing to a self inflicted gunshot wound, after an apparent murder-suicide plot to kill members of the Democratic Read more…

By ryan, ago
Short Stories

A Family of Should Haves

The gathering of the estranged family members was not for the joyful reason Martha Cole had planned, or rather hoped for. No, this gathering was a post-funeral meeting for the passing of Ms. Cole. Sitting in Ms. Cole’s private office was a group of nine people, most of whom haven’t Read more…

By ryan, ago
Short Stories

Red Fades to Black

Stumbling over rooftop pipes and intricately connected heat ducts fused to the residence spaces below I become aware that I can’t feel my own warmth. Perhaps expected on a night like this. It is, after-all, rather cold. However, I’m torn away from this nonissue-thought as I begin looking around; I Read more…

By ryan, ago
Short Stories

A support group meeting

The room was nothing special. Your standard cinder block church style where the whitewash walls make an elongated room feel dingy. They could have been going for a snow scene, but ended up with the dirty prison look. In the eye squinting dark corner- old prison movie lighting- sat a Read more…

By ryan, ago