Makeda was a good dog. She looked like a baby fox, and loved me more than anyone else. Every morning before school I walked her(more…)
Vengeance for Dinner
Stories
Sunflower’s Letter
At first Sunflower had thought that the letter with no return address had been from her local insurance agency. Usually that’s what their envelopes looked(more…)
Beauty is Pain
Marissa could barely breathe. She felt something clawing through her throat. Her breaths were ragged and gasped. Pressure was building in her head from around(more…)
Love Makes the Heart Break
FUCK THIS! Literally, fuck this piece of paper. Fuck this pen. Fuck this assignment. I’m dried up, out of ideas. Fuck my job and my(more…)
Mornings on Chipped Oak Street
The sun had just started peaking over the horizon line. It was supposed to rise at 7:07 AM. It was unlikely Link would see anything(more…)
The Last of The Cupboard
The last of the uncompleted, rough sketches of stories, those words trapped in my Google Docs. Here they are, from 2019 – 2021. In 10(more…)
A Small Plate of 2018 Samplers
2018 was a prolific year for creative pieces, just maybe not the strongest in the closing department. While I wanted this to be “The Last(more…)
Scrub, Scrub, Scrub
More, yes more, old stories, old lovers, old everything cleaned out from my Google Docs. We are not in 2014, and if we thought the(more…)
Cleaning Up
For the seventh or eighth time this year I’ve gotten another notification from Google telling me that my storage is almost full. What was holding(more…)
