Short Stories

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...

I have been grieving the loss of a friendship I never had.

We shared a tiny piece of our stories decades apart, and yet the tricks have not changed their fetishes or desires—same filthy beings. Snippets of our trauma we shared--days upon weeks, months upon years... The realization of identical impurity and fears. These foul, Immoral, corrupt souls.

I am beginning to learn how I've avoided the work of becoming more of the authentic me.

What do you do when you don’t know what to do?

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.

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.

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.

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.