Short Stories

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.

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.

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 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.

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

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

These past couple of months have been, in a word, interesting.

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

Today is Memorial Day, and I woke up feeling grateful to the many brave souls who gave their all...