Short Stories

I have continuously picked people who eventually prove to me that there's something wrong with me, that I'm not good enough to be friends with.

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.

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.

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

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...

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

When I saw the yellow I stopped the car. Fortunately, there was no traffic so I had a talk with Buddy.

REMEMBER,GROWING OLDER IS MANDATORY. GROWING UP IS OPTIONAL. We make a Living by what we get. We make a Life by what we give.

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.

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.