Deadlines
Three cheerful baristas shout out customer orders. Coffee machines blaze like train engines from the other side of the shop. The cafe is dense at high noon as the sun…
Category: Creative
Mark My Words
“So I hear you’re a sailor now, hmm? Sailing on the big, open ocean? How do you like that— the salty breeze, the lilting waves, the fish for breakfast, dinner,…
A New Way to Travel
The vessel’s body was made of a glossy glass hybrid material that reflected the surrounding bay like a dark mirror. It’s distortions around the windows and doors reminded me of…
Guilty Until Proven Innocent
“Shut up!” Indo shouted as he launched himself at Cot. He went down immediately, his back and pants instantly soaked from a deep puddle, while Indo swung his leg back…
Wiper Blades
The morning was blustery– The wind was strong enough to force leaves across the street and into the neighbor’s porch. The sky was having an off-day. It’s normal brilliant blue…
Every Moment
My phone rings. I stand and search for it. It is my mother calling. She never calls me at this time of day– never. She knows that I…
Coffee Shop Writer
This is a draft of a short story that I later revised. Click here to read the final version. Here I sat in the coffee shop, day in, day out.…
When the Future Becomes The Present
The shutters on the house were a brilliant red. So red, it almost looked like house was crying, the windows being eyes, the wide red door being lips. The rest…