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…
Short stories produced for various purposes: Workshops, school assignments, and creative bursts.
“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,…
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…
“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…
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…
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…
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.…
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…