Mussel Cove Creations

making waves with every word

short story

  • THE DEAD OF WINTER

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** Miss Blue… She’s beautiful – wrapped in joy and red sex.  Arms dangle by her sides, face turned toward the light, drinking the afternoon…  Denim skies, melting sun… Trees scrape the blue, limbs cracking in the dry air.  Daylight splinters off the ice — 

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  • THE MUDFLATS

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** August burns in the sky overhead, baking the mudflats. Heatwaves dance above the muck, heavy with the smell of fish. Horseflies, fat and green, make a meal of leftover shells picked clean by the gulls. Critters squirm beneath the filth, hiding from the heat

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  • The Man in the Field

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** Deep in the woods, where the hills are lonely and the wind whispers to the moon… Lies a field. The grass is tall, swaying in the breeze – gossiping; chattering; passing secrets… And in this field stands a tree –   A hanging tree.  From

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  • Fishbones

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** Gunner paused –  Hanging from his mailbox was a bait bag – just a raggedy, red pouch – nothing more… If it hadn’t been for the full moon and the message, well…  He sighed, kissing a cigarette.  “Fuck!” He knew the drill… “Pay late

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  • Worms

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** I woke up tasting blood. Biting my lip, I tried to rally saliva but only managed bile … and a grimace … Oh, fuck me … and more blood. Blood doesn’t taste like … ‘pennies’… Blood tastes like salt and sex … Blood tastes

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  • The Neighbor

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** Fuck.  Here we go again…  There! It was barely a whisper, as bashful as that leak in your tire – you know, the one that’s always got you in the driveway – neck bent, knees screaming into the rock as you try to find

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  • Anna and the Orchid

    Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025 *** In the waning days of May, as the world burned with hidden fire – Anna sat on the beach, digging her feet in the sand. Waves caressed her ankles as plovers scurried by, dancing in the surf. Anna gazed at the water, at the

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