Stories by CandaceApples

What - oh, what - do you get for the girl who has everything? For the girl who wants for nothing? For the girl who has every piece of jewelry and every stitch of designer clothing she could ever want? Let's see... for my sixteenth birthday, mom had bought me plane tickets to Paris for me and...

Cindy, my 18 year-old ********, was having an off-day. Mothers can just tell these things. “What’s the matter, honey?” I asked her gently after school. “Oh, mom, the prom is coming up, and I really want Jeremy to ask me to go, but so far he hasn’t!” she pouted. “Oh, there, there,” I said...

Candace Apples came home from work that night, exhausted. Her feet were killing her and her briefcase felt like it weighed a ton, crammed with expense reports and file folders and who knows what else. All day long she’d been talking to clients, sitting in meetings, on the phone… And now, all she...

The Long, Dark Alley By Candace Apples I knew he was a killer. There was no doubt. I was across the street, outside the restaurant, when I saw him. I saw his face just briefly when he lit his cigarette, the flame reflected against his black skin. Then he vanished and the alley went back to...