Tag: short story

Hooked!! By Charles R. Bucklin

Me: “Hello, my name is Charles and I’m an Addict.” Group Members: (warmly) “Hello Charles!” Standing in front of a group of seated  strangers in a dimly lit room, I wondered what the fuck I was doing. Well then, I might as well get started, I thought, feeling slightly silly. Wiping the sweat from my…

By Charles R. Bucklin February 6, 2023 Off

Sell Out!!

It was a typical boring Saturday night. Translated: I was too exhausted to get off my butt and do something that required any effort on my part. So I thought I’d just tool around on my cell phone, and nurse a couple of pints of Knicker Twister beers while chilling on my well-worn La-Z Boy…

By Charles R. Bucklin December 5, 2022 Off

He Who Laughs

* This story was first published in Spillwords.com March 10th, 2022. Story contains some Strong Language. They were all thieves, murderers, and thugs, and they all wanted a piece of me. Culled from inner-city ghettos or harvested from backwater hamlelts in the South – my platoon represented the worst society had to offer. Most of…

By Charles R. Bucklin September 5, 2022 Off

“Who’s This?”

This is not a stand alone story. This is the Epilogue to my previous story, “Charles NOT in Charge.” I encourage you to read that story first if you haven’t done so already – as it continues the storyline and characters from last month. Psst… You’ll also get the ending of this one. * I…

By Charles R. Bucklin August 1, 2022 Off

Golden Boy

“I’m sorry, Charlie but we lost her,” said the Old Man. “But, Dad…I thought you said it was a sure thing?” “Yeah, but the owner got a better offer.” “Ah, fudge!” I said. Ominous  silence. “What did you say?” “Uh nothin’…heh…heh…I’m just disappointed. I really wanted that Nova, Dad.” “Well, I think I found another…

By Charles R. Bucklin May 2, 2022 Off

Writer’z Kramp

Our cat was an asshole. He bit my Mom. He bit my brother. He even bit me!! We all hated him. Eventually the little fucker ran away. Good riddance. The end. “Ahhh, another masterpiece,” I sighed, closing my laptop. Oh boy, never had my inherent wit come so easily and effortlessly in writing my latest…

By Charles R. Bucklin April 4, 2022 Off