by Tammie Fickas | Jan 1, 2026 | Short Story
Friday 4:25 p.m. Molly tossed her bag on her shoulder and grabbed her car keys. “Come on, Julie. Quitting time. The weekend’s waiting.” We’d been coworkers for two years, and Molly was one of the happiest people I’d ever met. Rain or shine, she came bouncing into the...
by Tammie Fickas | Oct 31, 2025 | Short Story
You know… there’s nothing more tempting than a locked door. When I moved into the house, the door to the extra room was locked. I tried to pick the lock with a hairpin to no avail. I know, you’re wondering why a guy like me has a hairpin, but that’s not the point of...
by Tammie Fickas | Mar 3, 2025 | Short Story
“All right, soldiers, fall in line. We have a job to do here. This is what we’ve trained for and we’re going to succeed.” Sarge marched down the line as his recruits scurried into place. They were young and they were green, but the soldiers were also pumped up and...
by Tammie Fickas | Feb 8, 2025 | Short Story
“Happy Birthday! Make a wish!” Harold’s eyes reflect the light of oh so many candles. I smile over the glare and close my eyes. Murmur the words to myself and then blow out as much air as my sixty-year-old lungs can hold. Truth be told, it’s not the age holding me...
by Tammie Fickas | Nov 10, 2019 | Short Story
While my chosen writing genre is contemporary fiction, I love to dabble in other genres. Short stories are fun to write and a way to hone my fiction skills. I wrote this short story for an NYC Midnight Flash Fiction contest. In these contests, at 11:59 pm Eastern Time...
by Tammie Fickas | Jun 4, 2019 | Journey, Short Story
Life behind bars wasn’t as bad as I had heard. The people loved me. I made them laugh and wowed them when I raised my hand to greet them with a big high five. I was spoiled and pampered. It really was a pretty cool time. I knew the time would end at some point, so I...
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