RamWriting: Short Stories

The Home of a Creative Mind

Published Story Stories:

Floodgate

I stood in the doorway to room seven for what seemed like the thousandth time. The bright whiteness of it was all too familiar. The creas...
The Table

When I was eleven years old, my family had this antique table. Its leaded paint was chipped, and the wood was rotting. Notches and scratche...
Black Beret

Herod’s hand didn’t so much as quiver as he held a pistol against the child’s head. The weapon felt like it weighed nothing, a feather in h...

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