Short Fiction

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

The Sound

“There was a sound in David’s house that he didn’t know.”

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The Sound

“There was a sound in David’s house that he didn’t know.”

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The Caveman

“He saw the bread sitting there, as it always was, when he crawled out of his cave as night fell.”

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The Caveman

“He saw the bread sitting there, as it always was, when he crawled out of his cave as night fell.”

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Riff Raff: An Oral Biography of Real Estate in New Orleans

“It wasn’t just that one house, either. At night, packs of diseased dogs would dig their way in and rummage through the homes. The street would flood with sewage. You couldn’t pay the city enough money to do their job. For Sale signs plagued sprouted up left and right. The whole neighborhood turned into a black hole in the housing market.”

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Riff Raff: An Oral Biography of Real Estate in New Orleans

“It wasn’t just that one house, either. At night, packs of diseased dogs would dig their way in and rummage through the homes. The street would flood with sewage. You couldn’t pay the city enough money to do their job. For Sale signs plagued sprouted up left and right. The whole neighborhood turned into a black hole in the housing market.”

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Dead Awake

“I wake up and I’m dead. Not sure how, really, but I know that I am. I walk out my room and peer into my sister’s bedroom beside it. She’s gone. It’s probably a school day. She has to finish senior year — I’ll never see her graduate.”

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Dead Awake

“I wake up and I’m dead. Not sure how, really, but I know that I am. I walk out my room and peer into my sister’s bedroom beside it. She’s gone. It’s probably a school day. She has to finish senior year — I’ll never see her graduate.”

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The Stalker

“As I run, my eyes begin to scan the trees for some semblance of familiarity but there is none. The sparse amounts of sky I can see through the canopy of trees looks dark and cloudy.”

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The Stalker

“As I run, my eyes begin to scan the trees for some semblance of familiarity but there is none. The sparse amounts of sky I can see through the canopy of trees looks dark and cloudy.”

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The Consent

“Shrugging I grab the wrapper and leave the room. Looking at him is too exhausting at this point and his scent is clogging my nostrils.”

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The Consent

“Shrugging I grab the wrapper and leave the room. Looking at him is too exhausting at this point and his scent is clogging my nostrils.”

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Say Something

“We’ve both been here every day for the past week and she’s always sat right across from me and I stare at her. I don’t even know her name. That’s important isn’t it? Every day I try to work up the courage to–shit! She looked this way, she saw me staring!”

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Say Something

“We’ve both been here every day for the past week and she’s always sat right across from me and I stare at her. I don’t even know her name. That’s important isn’t it? Every day I try to work up the courage to–shit! She looked this way, she saw me staring!”

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