Category: Short Fiction

The Big Red Button of Doom

Here is a short story I wrote a few months back. Let me know what you think. The Big Red Button of Doom The room was pale white, not pasty (like my skin) but dull (like my voice). It held three objects: a man, a chair, and a big red button. For the man, whose name is unimportant, the red…

An Orange for Mary Heather

Her favorite fruit was an orange. Ustev knew this. The whole class knew it. Almost the whole world knew it; even the bus driver, the hall monitor, and her pet rabbit, Tom, knew it. They all knew about Mary Heather Munroe’s obsession with orange—not the color, but the fruit. Mary Heather Munroe walked into class on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday,…