Short Stories

  • Quack Quack – A flash-fiction story by Bob Corpening

    Quack Quack – A flash-fiction story by Bob Corpening

    “Quack Quack” is a flash fiction story about a teenage boy endlessly dragged to the doctor’s office at his mother’s insistence, even though nothing seems to be wrong… Read more

  • Flight 5713 to Pittsburgh – Short Story by Bob Corpening

    Flight 5713 to Pittsburgh – Short Story by Bob Corpening

    The people mover is still broken when your flight gets in. It’s late – the plane circled for a good hour before landing, on account of the blizzard. By the time the captain finally brought the plane down, once the runway had been cleared enough for him to dock at the gate, and you’d finally… Read more

  • Moo – by Bob Corpening

    Greg liked to brag about his cows. Every morning, he told me, he’d wake up and meander outside for a fresh pail of milk. Every morning! Can you believe that? His words, not mine. Anyway, Greg loved his cows. Ever since Eta passed, maybe even a little too much – he didn’t go a moment… Read more

  • Final episode of Writer’s Block, Cahokia, is live now!

    Final episode of Writer’s Block, Cahokia, is live now!

    I’ve just uploaded the final episode of my first podcast series, Writer’s Block! Listen to it here for Spotify or here for Apple Podcasts! A brief thank you to all my listeners; the series has over 100 plays now, which to me seems kind of hard to believe. I’m thrilled and honored to share these… Read more

  • Ticket to Ride – by Bob Corpening

    Richard Banks sat alone in the chill night air, waiting for the bus. The seat was cold underneath him, but he didn’t seem to care. He wasn’t sure why, it just didn’t matter to him right then. Nothing did. The bus stop was located squarely atop the tallest mountain in Caldera County, and usually offered… Read more

  • Moonstruck – by Bob Corpening

    “Kelie! Come quick, you’re gonna miss it!” “I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” Kelie said, slipping onto the porch, a tall glass of sweet tea in each hand. Ice clinked against the glass, its rustling unnoticed in the stupor of that hot summer night. “Getcher butt over here, doll,” Brayden said, thumping the patio step next to… Read more

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