by David W. Stoner | Sep 19, 2017 | Short Stories
Four-thirty a.m. They yell at each other from across the street, their voices echoing through the emptiness. Are you just going to walk away from me? After all this? What do you want from me? I want you to come here. Why? Because I need you. I’m no good, I’m fuckin’...
by David W. Stoner | Jul 18, 2016 | endless love, loneliness, love, time, timeless love
Romy stubbed out his cigarette on the balustrade of the balcony of his small apartment and flicked the butt into the empty street below. He liked standing in the warm winter sunshine and resisted going back inside. He spent most of his time inside, so he enjoyed these...
by David W. Stoner | Jul 13, 2016 | cancer, time
Just when they decided they loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of their lives together, he got sick. Terminal cancer, the doctors told him. He had maybe six or seven months. He didn’t want to tell her, but he knew he had to. Already his cheeks were hollow...
by David W. Stoner | Aug 3, 2015 | Short Stories, spiritual vortex, Uncategorized
On the way home from delivering the letter to Beckett, I thought about her, and what I’d just put her through. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. But what had I put her through? It was the position that Noah had put me in, I really had no other choice, did I? I guess...
