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Stenk was dead. Victor Stenk was lying in the kitchen, dead. When Davis first arrived at Victor Stenk's house he could see the front door taken off it's hinges. Davis finished the last bite of cheeseburger, put on a pair of latex gloves and got out of the car. Once inside the mansion, Davis saw … Continue reading Stenk is dead: Super short story
Mike saw her as he came in, she sat with her back to the door, lying in wait. While she sat up straight, he knew that inside she was coiled and ready to spring. Mike ordered coffee. The barista told him to grab a seat, and they would bring it down. Mike hadn't been spotted … Continue reading Super Short Story: I am bushed
"It's your politics," she said. "Not my politics love, you've been the one sitting here telling me" the taxi driver who happened to be a man said. "Don't call me love, it's Michelle. It's that attitude that tells me you still don't understand," Michelle said to the driver. "And I never will, look we're here. … Continue reading Your Politics: A Super Short Story
The Kings Glove shone. Kimabara was walking alone on the road; he had his staff in hand along with his belongings in a sack that was over his shoulder. Ahead in the distance, Kimabara saw riders approaching; they were three abreast taking up the entire width of the road. "Make way, make way" the lead … Continue reading Kings Glove – A Super Short Story
Napoleon looked ahead. There was a sound that emanated from behind. The soldiers shook at the thought of what it might be. The men looked at each other for consolation. Napoleon sat atop his horse as it trotted along the cobbled street. Napoleon could feel their eyes on him. The eyes that pled with him … Continue reading Simple Napoleon: A super short story