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Most of the stories on this site are free, and by that I mean read them, share them with friends etc for free. Almost all of them were written for my writer's group where there is a 750 word limit, so they are quick, easy reads, though they are all complete stories. Enjoy!

The Mites Of Time

New short story about catatonia. What if you could get inside the head of the person suffering from catatonia?
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She checked the mirror before heading to breakfast. She could see it, the time lost. A wrinkle just beneath her eyes, subtle, not deep. Still, it wasn’t there before. Kreiger had stolen more of her time. The mites hadn’t completely settled, the floaters a bit too numerous. There was a cost to her impatience and that cost reflected back at her from the mirror. ... more »

Rearranging Worlds

The rain only knows that it must fall. It has no intent. It seeks no path. But on the ground, well, that is another matter. Raindrops form puddles, congregate together and await the jumps of little girls, and the chance to fall again.
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Lilith sucked in air, held her breath, squatted and jumped for all she was worth. A few feet later she landed – SPLASH! – two-footed in a small puddle. She giggled. ... more »

The Place Where Hope Goes

We each define our own reality. You can think me twisted or bent – unfortunate, maybe – but don’t pity me. I have something many don’t. New short fiction.
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A note, a silk flower, memories. These are all I have left now. But who knows how real they are. Oh, the note and silk flower are real enough, tactile. But the memories associated with them are nebulous, filtered through fog, viewed through frosted glass. They are mine, but I can’t say for certain that I own them, yet. At best, I am their caretaker. ... more »

I Am Monster

There is a greater game at play here. One at odds with itself, one with a long history of stripping individuals of significance, of tossing them aside and into the fires in a gesture of appeasement.
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In the distance explosions light up the night sky, their light exposing silhouetted buildings and the smoke and airborne debris from previous bombs that hang suspended in the air. ... more »

The Slant Of Sunlight

A grasshopper landed on my windowpane and stayed there. He seemed to me to be a happy grasshopper. His left front leg was bent in a way that made it appear as if he were waving hello.
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A grasshopper landed on my windowpane and stayed there. He seemed to me to be a happy grasshopper. His left front leg was bent in a way that made it appear as if he were waving hello. He peered into my place with big eyes. I imagined he was wondering what was going on, what I was doing. How could he get in through the window to be a part of things on the other side? ... more »

The Slant Of Sunlight

All good artists must find a way to work through their own limitations and quell their demons and find their truth.
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A grasshopper landed on my windowpane and stayed there. He seemed to me to be a happy grasshopper. His left front leg was bent in a way that made it appear as if he were waving hello. He peered into my place with big eyes. I imagined he was wondering what was going on, what I was doing. How could he get in through the window to be a part of things on the other side? ... more »

Sideways At The Darkness

New Fiction
We illuminate the darkness with the questions we ask. And how we ask those questions is as important as what we ask.
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Jeffrey once asked The Darkness why he – Jeffrey – was different than everyone else. This was on a rainy day in November when we were all bored and the cold filtered through every living thing. The Darkness told him your place in the universe is determined by the day you were born on and which child you were in the family. Jeffrey thought being born in January and the first child in our family makes him special from the universe’s standpoint. That was just so much baloney. Jeffrey was a C student and barely an athlete. His specialness was in his head. Plus, and this was a fact, as I learned that summer Saturday, he sucked at bowling. ... more »

Welcome To Hell

They were his people, those huddling in the dark, writhing in pain, the skulls beneath his feet. They were for him.
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Something resembling a sharp stick struck him in the side. The pain was registered, but overwhelmed by a sudden wave of pain that was beyond comprehension and description. Falwell cried out in agony. He was coming to and this new reality wasn’t within his realm of experience. Falwell cried out in agony. He was coming to and this new reality wasn’t within his realm of experience. Where the hell was he? ... more »

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