Short Fiction

Short Fiction at the Peanut. Ideal section for those who write short stories or plays.

Tonight I am a Gravedigger

“Tonight I am a gravedigger. My day job, a desk clerk, took a cut and I’m in the middle of a vicious paper battle with my ex-lover.”

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Tonight I am a Gravedigger

“Tonight I am a gravedigger. My day job, a desk clerk, took a cut and I’m in the middle of a vicious paper battle with my ex-lover.”

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The Trail, Pt. II

“Dean was out of sorts most of the next day. He went to the school where he taught, but he felt distracted and a little depressed that the students seemed so disinterested.”

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The Trail, Pt. II

“Dean was out of sorts most of the next day. He went to the school where he taught, but he felt distracted and a little depressed that the students seemed so disinterested.”

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Moss-Covered Memories

“Smoking, glazing my eyes with a tarnished veil, the soldiers stopped for a moment to rest upon the dirt path.”

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Moss-Covered Memories

“Smoking, glazing my eyes with a tarnished veil, the soldiers stopped for a moment to rest upon the dirt path.”

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The Trail

“It’s the human condition really — conquer the things that you understand, and choose to believe that everything else is fiction.”

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The Trail

“It’s the human condition really — conquer the things that you understand, and choose to believe that everything else is fiction.”

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Rose Pebbles

“I wonder sometimes if she still has that rose… I hope that she doesn’t still carry it. I hope that it’s been thrown away. I hope that it’s been carried out to the trash, and I hope that whatever compost it finds itself in that it will make new roses there.”

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Rose Pebbles

“I wonder sometimes if she still has that rose… I hope that she doesn’t still carry it. I hope that it’s been thrown away. I hope that it’s been carried out to the trash, and I hope that whatever compost it finds itself in that it will make new roses there.”

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This Old Saloon

There’s a titter tatter hokey pokey rumbling the bones of this old saloon.  The thunder rolls thick through the wood and settles here under the foundation. The board and batten shutters swing off of hinges, plywood walls splinter and shave

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This Old Saloon

There’s a titter tatter hokey pokey rumbling the bones of this old saloon.  The thunder rolls thick through the wood and settles here under the foundation. The board and batten shutters swing off of hinges, plywood walls splinter and shave

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All Tricks and No Treats

“The full moon poured light into the room through the old curtains. A cold draft swept in. There was no fire to ward the goose bumps on the man’s arms.”

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All Tricks and No Treats

“The full moon poured light into the room through the old curtains. A cold draft swept in. There was no fire to ward the goose bumps on the man’s arms.”

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Hiking in Gunpowder

“I quietly cleaned the blood off my face and lap. As we pulled into a small hotel tucked away in the Appalachians, I realized that we were in the battlegrounds of the Civil War.”

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Hiking in Gunpowder

“I quietly cleaned the blood off my face and lap. As we pulled into a small hotel tucked away in the Appalachians, I realized that we were in the battlegrounds of the Civil War.”

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