short story general

Grandmaw says ain’t no such thing as ghosts.

by Jennifer Dyer Grandmaw always said, “Tain’t no way, no how they’s such a thing as ghosts.” Maw says the same all the time. But they don’t know what I seen last night. In January, Uncle George brung us word from up the creek that Grandmaw had taken a powerful bad turn and weren’t none of them sure she would… Read more →

The Supe Store

by Jennifer Dyer   I grasped the store’s icy door handle. Darkness swallowed the shapes around me—the garbage dumpster, the stoops, the litter windblown to the curbs. Why did this place have to be in such a dump? Then again, we didn’t want just anyone shopping here. The net reporters called our cadre of crime fighters Supes (pronounced soups) thanks… Read more →

Six-word story.

by Jennifer Dyer Long or short, people enjoy stories. I recently came across an article about reading and writing short stories. In the article, the author referred to a famous six-word story sometimes attributed to Earnest Hemingway: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” It evokes all sorts of images and emotions. For me, sadness, like maybe someone was having a… Read more →