Out of the Box Short Stories
Out of the Box Short Stories
Hot steam poured from the kettle’s mouth as it whistled angrily, demanding Patricia’s attention. Hurrying over, she turned the stove down and lifted the kettle to pour hot water into her waiting cup. Setting the kettle back onto the element, she reached for a spoon and stirred the…
Carter closed the door softly behind him as he left the busy house and walked down the steps to the walkway. His brother and his wife were hosting the family Christmas gathering this year, their place big enough to accommodate the large group. But even with the space, the house…
CHAPTER 1 Poland, 1920 David Kohn shuddered in the cool breeze as he fumbled with the buttons on his coat with one hand. His other hand grasped two large travel bags containing some of their treasured possessions. A tremor took root in his middle, his faith…
CHAPTER 1 Russia, September 1941 Angel generals, Deliverer and Wrath, stood in the fiery carriage harnessed to two pure, white glorious horses. They watched as the battle raged beneath them. They were hovering above the Russian landscape and the air was full of fiery carriages and…
Jed looked at his watch for the third time in minutes. Julia should have been here by now. He’d expected her arrival fifteen minutes ago. This wasn’t like her at all. Punctuality could be her second name. Worry crowded him and he tried not to fidget with the…
If there was one word to describe the evening I would have chosen ‘weird’. It’s not that it started that way or that there was any sign of things heading that direction at first. My evening began quite normally, me eating dinner, chatting with my husband and the kids…
Garik Terence sat on the couch in a terribly unhealthy slouch. He didn’t care. He was tired and glad to have some time to relax in front of the TV. With numb indifference, he stared at the screen where two players volleyed each other in a tennis match. Watching…
Before heading to her desk, Corliss Meyer poured hot coffee into her favorite mug and added a liberal dousing of sugar and cream. Coming to work early, well before anyone else showed up, was habit for her. Getting the coffee going, organizing her desk and giving her mind time to…
This is my first kick at the cat, so to speak, although I don’t think my daughter would be too impressed if it were her cat. It’s her feline, Lacy, in the picture I’ve posted. I’ve never tried a blog before. Only after reading…
