Summer Experimental Short Stories

The wind pushed the words back down her throat. The house groaned like a sick, dying animal.

Danny stared at the $500 plate of dandelions, wondering if the city’s neglect had a distinct flavor profile.

I watched the fresh tar steam while the city erased the evidence of Van Klint’s final digital breakdown.

My boots sank into the black mud. Jared kept filming while the woods started eating our gear.

Martin stood before the blank wall, the summer heat pressing against his spine like a heavy, invisible hand.

A group of young creatives fights for relevance in a sweltering summer by embracing collaborative play and vulnerability.

Mark Ashcup audits a grocery complaint and finds his father's bank account is the next target for the algorithm.

Charlie watched the numbers drop to zero. The system was eating the money, and nobody was saying a word.

My front tire hit a stray branch, sending a violent shudder up through my forearms.