Just Trying to Help I was sitting incognito on the beach when a cry went up from a woman holding a distraught baby. “Help, he’s lost his stuffie.” Nobody cared. I went over, keeping my sun hat low. “What happened?” “It’s his favorite toy, an alligator. He’ll be crushed.” Fine, I’d help. I took off…
Category: Realistic
Bull, No Bull
Bull, No Bull Two elderly women sit in front of the window. “Look, a bull. It’s really there.” “I see. Careful, it’s coming this way.” “It’s going to hit the house! Shoo!” “Don’t wave a handkerchief! It’ll charge.” “It’s going to break the window!” “It can’t, remember?” “Ahh!” Both women scream as the bull charges….
The Cricket
This story is written as a response to the Muse on Monday writing prompt for August 25, 2025: Write a story that takes place in darkness. The Cricket The enemy was all around. We had heard the bumblebee drone of the transport planes overhead, and I had caught a glimpse of white parachutes in the faint glow…
T(ea)
T(ea) I’ll admit, I was only half listening to my daughter. She’d just gotten back from school and was chattering about her day. I was going through the mail. “Tea,” I heard her say. I looked at my watch. “Sure, I guess. You going to make it?” “You are.” “Fine. Don’t take that tone, though.”…
Down the AI Rabbit Hole
Down the AI Rabbit Hole It started on a Friday. I only remember that since I was planning on a relaxing weekend as I walked out of my graduate archeology seminar. “I loved your essay on the new dating system for bronze age sites,” Dr. Acharya said as I passed her desk. “You made some…
The Shell Forger
The Shell Forger I didn’t plan to be a seashell forger. I saw one once: rounded mottled back, with a narrow ridged opening underneath. Easy enough to carve from a piece of antler. My neighbors snickered as I kept carving my shells. My village was far from the sea, that mythical place where all rivers…
The Boxer Rebellion
The Boxer Rebellion I had just moved in. My books were finally unpacked. The next morning, they were back in boxes. Ghosts, I assumed. That night, I sat in darkness to see what would happen. The window creaked, then opened. I flipped the lights. A boy stood there, frozen. “Hey,” I said. Nothing. “Did you…?”…
Bẻn Lẻn (Shy)
Bẻn Lẻn (Shy) “Don’t be shy.” I know that word, shy. It means I’m not trying hard enough. I smile at the American girl, pushing down my anxiety. “Where . . . you from?” I don’t understand her answer, but I nod, smiling. Everyone at the dorm mixer is chatting, even the other Vietnamese girl…
Two Beginnings
This story is in response to the Muse on Monday prompt from January 1, 2024. Two Beginnings The dorm room smelled like failure. Ryan put his suitcases down and sat on the unmade bed furthest from the door. The white cinder block walls had the look of an institution, or a prison. He should feel…
What are You Most Excited About for the Future?
What are You Most Excited About for the Future? They looked at the writing prompt together. “What are you most excited about for the future?” Henry read. He thought about it a moment. “Flying cars,” he said. “Bruh, are you crazy?” Jack said. “If you break down in a normal car, you stop. If your…
The Green-Walled Treehouse 