#short story

Jeffrey Walcott graduated as one of the top students in economics at Harvard. He furthered his studies by obtaining a Masters in Economics, helping him land a job at a top investment firm on Wall Street.

Shanice cuddled up in the corner of her bed, her chin resting on her knees as her arms wrapped around her shins. Tears slid down her face as she felt her best days would be spent thinking about how her family had fallen apart.

I scheduled the body wax for 6 pm. It gave me enough time to be punctual after work. I knew Fahmida closed the shop at 7 pm, so one hour was enough for her to rip the hairs off my entire body. I stormed into the shop at 6:20 pm, panting.

For the last three months, I tried to summon up the courage to ask Anika out. The shop closed at 10 pm daily, and I usually popped in about half an hour before closing. I knew that we would be alone, and we were.

The last straw was almost being raped while sleeping on a park bench. Before that, I was mugged three times and followed by some creeps on several occasions. I thought I was tough enough to handle the streets

I couldn’t remember the last time I went out on a Friday. Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I went out. I guess I was self-conscious of my bulging belly, shaggy hair and scruffy beard. Mom had taught me that our outward appearance

It was 3 am, and I found myself driving around aimlessly after the bars had closed at 2 am. Only two drunk losers had approached me, and even though I was desperate for a hard bang, I wanted someone who wasn’t potentially going to throw up

After being away for eight years, Nick returned to his little hometown, Hilltop. Everybody in the town knew each other. They considered themselves as one big family, and the community came together when one of the residents needed financial

I arrived at Big Bear late Friday night. The drizzle had transformed into a downpour about two kilometres away from the cabin, and I drove slowly as my wipers struggled to clear the onslaught of the storm from my windshield.

As a teenager, George worked in his family-run shop, Pizza Blaze. His family had the business for three generations and were preparing him to take over after he graduated high school. Now at 25, George had run