Words from the mind of Marcus Byron Cheney

Category: Short Stories

Are you Lonesome Tonight?

Act one: was when we met
 
 
His name was Maurice, and he was attracted to calamity. In the insanity of our technological times he was a man amongst mortals and mistakes. Love was madam butterfly and a moth attracted to flame and fire. It laid eye’s on him like prey does to its predator. This story [...]

Undisputed Truth. (conclusion)

Phase 2 – A languid love story.

He put the keys in the ignition and was ready to drive his finance back to Detroit to tell both their family’s the good news. This young couple was in love with all that right elements it was as close to perfect as water or the hydrogen bomb. Stevie [...]

Undisputed Truth. (continued)

What becomes of the broken hearted who once had dreams they thought were dead? Barry went back up to finish dinner with his family. The sun hid itself behind the buildings and was gone for the night. Joe began to walk away from Hitsville as he took two steps off the [...]

Undisputed Truth.

“Hey man” he said in a voice that sounded like he hadn’t slept in nights “you got the scratch you owe me Knockemout”. Knockemout didn’t bother to give a reply. You’re thinking, what kind of person has a peculiar name such as Knockemout? He earned the name hustling the streets of Cass Corridor [...]

Kittens.

 
 

 
 
Part One: Old Apartment.
 
I left a plant growing at my old apartment; I bet its dead now. When you leave life to the wolves they always win, mongrel dogs. Where I was laying my head down at night was a showing room in a funeral parlor in a time long since silenced; that’s what [...]

A tale: Torn between two blonds.

Nothing is going to happen, let me start out by saying that. I walked out of my apartment thinking the headlights where on in my car. They weren’t, it was a trick played by the sun setting, I looked into my headlights like a deer roused, I turned [...]

The way things were.

“Hey kid, you think this is adventure” said the drifter from the distant shadows of the box car. “Excuse me” muttered the kid from the opening of the box car rolling steady as a Johnny Cash tune. “I said, do you think this is adventure” the drifter repeated himself sounding [...]