Category: historical fiction short stories

“Always do what’s right,” papa would tell me growing up. “Even when doing so is difficult.” Papa was a naturally good man with a g...

It was Hollywood’s glamor time, and Liza was Hollywood’s glamor woman. Tall, poised, with a radiating smile, people stopped and stared when she walk...

Shattered nerves and alcohol. That’s what became life for Wilbur Jones, a man once known for his wide smile and many friendships. Back in those brighter d...

“Love is easy, it just happens. Relationships require much work,” mama told me as we walked along the lake near her home. Mama had done what few wom...

People say tattoos tell stories. For Jimmy, some were of his family, while others covered scars from bullet holes and stab wounds, and the one on his neck from ...

The hug from John was warm, loving, the kind you’d expect from an affectionate type. He smiled his toothy grin, both soothing and mischievous, and he put ...

I was seven the first time I saw a man lynched. He was strung up from a flimsy branch of a short, stout tree. A dangling, lifeless body with a face caked in dry...