Short Stories Books

Life has offered Gustav one option only, to fall. But life is gracious enough to offer him two options to fall for. He either fall in love with Sabrina or fall in suffering. There is no way he can escape both.

Miriam of Magdala, better known as Saint Mary Magdalen, fateful disciple and companion of Yeshua of Nazareth (Jesus Christ). Transported for her safety and that of her unborn child to the future at the request of a dying Yeshua. After living for fifteen years at the secret base of the Time...

Life has offered Gustav one option only, to fall. But life is gracious enough to offer him two options to fall for. He either fall in love with Sabrina or fall in suffering. There is no way he can escape both.

Jalen Townsend is a successful mechanical engineer for a firm in downtown Chicago. He had his eye on a young woman who he found to be irresistible for months, and he finally found the confidence to ask her out on a date at the gas pump one Friday evening. However, he would soon learn a dark secret...

A collection of stories and poetry encompassing themes ranging from China, Asia, America, cancel culture, politics, sports, drugs, sex, music, growing up, and violence...

Many of the stories contained in this book began as exercises created in writing classes I attended. Each completed story was submitted, accepted and broadcast over two community radio stations. One radio station was in Brisbane and the other in Rockhampton at their interestingly named NAG...

A wonderful collection of short stories by amazing authors that would keep you wishing for more... Dive in and enjoy the ride.

I saw him on a sleepless night when I was walking desperately to save my soul and my vision. My coming to New York had been a mistake; for whereas I had looked for poignant wonder and inspiration in the teeming labyrinths of ancient streets that twist endlessly from forgotten courts and squares...

The large and rather comfortable apartment of Rufus Haymaker, architect, in Central Park West, was very silent. It was scarcely dawn yet, and at the edge of the park, over the way, looking out from the front windows which graced this abode and gave it its charm, a stately line of poplars was still...

Christmas morning, blue-black, pricked with stars against the Bishop’s window panes. Westbury lay asleep beside its curving river, the great old houses with gardens that ran terraced to the bank, the churches, the college, even the new teeming tenements at the bending of the water, all lay...