Things that Jump: Part Two

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Things That Jump: Part Two is a beautiful story by Gillian Pressley, a regular author at Writer to Writers who penned numerous stories published here.

Magical Realism or Horror: Genre Confusion in the Novel THE SIZE CURSE – Steve Grogan

Steve Grogan is an ongoing contributor to Writer to Writers. He has published several short stories on the site, which can be found on the main page under the heading “Steve Grogan’s Fiction.” He has had several poems and short stories published over the years, some of which are available on Amazon. (See the announcement at the end of this post.) He is the writer and creator of the ongoing, zombie, post-apocalyptic, Romero-meets-Dungeons-and-Dragons webcomic REDemption. Alternatively, Steve describes the comic by saying, “It is to zombie fiction what KILL BILL was to kung fu movies: everything I love about the […]

Things That Jump: Part One

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Now There’s a man clinging with his back to the jutting rock of the first of the Three Sisters, the only one you can actually get to without climbing gear. A black man, in scuffed jeans and an old work shirt with a checked pattern on it, white and red, washed soft. His hair frizzes around his head, smushed into the stone at the back, where he presses his skull against the uneven face of the rock, like a half-hatched egg the rough rock-pillar gave birth to. They are called the Three Sisters after all. Why shouldn’t they hatch a […]

Dead Serious And Not Sorry

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Dead Serious and Not Sorry is a short story by Writer to Writers’ contributor, Ramona Darabant, who will take you to new places with every line she writes.


A wonderful sort story by Writer to Writers’ ongoing author, Gillian Presley. Join the author in this exploration and enjoy the story.

Taxes to Pay – Short Story by Ramona Darabant

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I got my loneliness flat-tax invoice, on a sunny day in July. It was a Wednesday. Oprah preached from the tube in the kitchen, living room and bedroom simultaneously. I studied the comings and goings down the street, from my third floor balcony. Felix scratched and dug in his litter box. I hoped, he didn’t strike oil. My landlord pulled up, and occupied two parking lots. I was about to point that out to him, but then I noticed the man. He wore a delivery guy’s uniform. His shorts were black with red stripes on the side, his button-up shirt was […]