by Ross Cavins | Jul 9, 2007 | Short Stories
I WAS ONLY THERE for lunch but when I saw her for the first time, I knew there was a higher purpose. She was wearing what all the other waitresses were, a pair of black slacks grayed from too many washings with a white dress shirt and pair of black shoes. ... by Ross Cavins | Jul 9, 2007 | Short Stories
(They're for company) MY DAD. What a character. He was full of these little gems of wisdom when I was growing up. Hold a door open and you get … What are you trying to do, heat the outside? Or its summer counterpart, You trying... by Ross Cavins | Jul 9, 2007 | Short Stories
from an unpublished collection, Fireside Tales of Jamestown ——-An homage to the king of horror, Edgar Allen Poe——- I HAD A CAT ONCE, when I was young. It was black as a moonless night in the country with snow white paws. ... by Ross Cavins | Jul 9, 2007 | Short Stories
WILLIAM JOHNSTON AWOKE Friday morning a different man. He didn't know it yet which made it all the more surprising to him. But he'd figure it out, in time. That's the way it always works. The first thing he did that... by Ross Cavins | Jul 9, 2007 | Bad Poetry
Growing up with my sis, we fought and fought. Much more than we should’ve, much more than we ought. Competition between us was always so fierce, So on we would fight for years and years. I was much older but none did it matter, When it came to my sis, it just...