Short Stories

Asgrim and his father donned their equipment and were outside their small tent in the middle of battle. All around them, fires began to burn.

I awoke this morning to a very familiar beach scenario. It was a bit overcast...

Hi everybody…my name is Clarence. Back there is Clyde. Did you ever wonder why we have long necks?

Rajeania’s mother Donna hadn’t seen or thought about this neighbor in years, then one day he comes knocking on her door.

The bottom line is that the Facebook and LinkedIn dovetailing sketches are amazingly creative, but, please be aware that both are easily created and as fake as the scammers who thought that crafty ruse up.

The evening before the incident, Angel worked disassembling Rocky’s doghouse. Mrs. Treble was forced to put the animal to sleep the previous day due to cancer...

Good day hangovers can come when you least expect them and they make you want to crawl back in bed and pull the covers over your head. The thing is, if you crawl out of the covers, you can very likely find your way out of Groundhog Day.

“That’s it for today,” said Axton stopping in the middle of the row. One by one the slaves began to lug their baskets toward the line of carts parked alongside the rows of crops.

Alas, he did not want to be a poet or a mystic; nor a lover, an athlete or a worker/husband/father/corpse.  What Sergei really wanted was world-destruction.