Short Fiction and Poetry

There is nothing quite like hurling yourself into a mass of people who are knowingly about to push back. Everyone is running in circles[...]

“Rules are meant to be broken.” I should have put up more of an argument when Calder suggested we ignore the signs. [...]

It's not as easy as just getting out of bed in the morning without any thought. It takes a lot of thought. And discipline. [...]

First, let me warn you: be careful. Not everything you are about to read is true. Seriously, look into my eyes.[...]

“I stopped doing DMT for spiritual reasons last year, when it started getting boring. Now I just ride real fast [...]

The heavy, frayed rope drags languidly behind me as my two great black hounds trot ahead [...]

Nobody really dies my Sunday School teacher says, They live on in Heaven or in Hell if you can call life in Hell life [...]

Brendan’s baby sister Bonnie was making airplanes on the floor of the playroom. She lay on her stomach and lifted her arms out [...]

“This was the last picture my grandfather painted,” Roberta Barton said as she pointed to a picture on the wall [...]

I drew the Death Card Of ghostly ghastly supernatural significance Cherry-chocolate, lemon-lime Flavors your choice, take your time [...]