Cost of War
This story was inspired by a quote from Dave Smith regarding war: “If one child dies in a war — whether it’s Gaza, Ukraine, or anywhere else — we should feel sad. … One dead kid should break your heart and make you question the whole damn war.” “Mr. President?” Jack sat alone on a…
Forever Ignored
In the heart of a bustling town square, a little girl around seven or eight sat cross-legged, her arms resting on her knees. Day after day, year after year, she hummed nursery rhymes to herself, ignored by all. From a distance, she was almost indistinguishable from any other little girl…almost. Her skin, ghastly pale despite…
Fires of Folly
It was a chilly night, and a man lit a fire in his stove to keep warm. As the flames began to dwindle, he scrambled to find something to feed the fire. Grabbing some loose paper, he tossed it in. The paper ignited almost instantly, producing sizable flames, yet the flames died down as quickly…
Breaking and Entering
Jason’s antique, rusty truck bounced along the dirt road. He glanced up at the sky; the gray clouds felt like an omen of doom over his endeavor. Shaking off such silly superstition, he rounded a corner. About a quarter of the mile down stood a two story house. Thick green vines had overtaken half of…
The Silent Watch
There once lived a Watchmaker, whose talent was unparalleled in all the land. His creations were unique, each in their very own way, and possessed the most beautiful and intricate designs. People came from all over to gaze upon his masterful creations. In the center of his store proudly stood his masterpiece, a watch whose…
The Rabbits’ Dispute
Two rabbits, close kin, disputed over a plot of land. Both had raised their families together, but as their families multiplied (as what tends to happen with rabbits), the land became overcrowded. Their offspring went at each other and there was great conflict between the two families. The elder rabbit approached the younger, and pleaded…
Unsolved
Birds chirped as dawn approached the town. Street lamps overhead cast a soft glow, creeping through the morning fog that shrouded the cobblestone streets. The windows of the red brick buildings encircling the town square were dark, their residents still deep in slumber, all except the bakery, where the scent of freshly baked bread wafted…
Joaquim Mohsen 