The terrified screams stopped when the doorbell rang. In the gaping silence that remained, a reedy voice called out, “Pizza!” The wind...

Meg lifted her head from the mud in the bottom of the ditch and squinted. The sun was halfway into the sky, the crickets were chirping...

The feathers always made dining out difficult, Gemma thought sadly as she tried to tuck the fluffy down feathers that grew out of her...

“Whaddya do with dead roses anyway?” He said, leaning on the counter, his cigarette bobbing at the corner of his mouth. “Don’t smoke in...

This was originally one of the Grimm fairy tales. My mom used to tell it to us, so I decided to retell it. “Uh, well, I dunno. I’m pretty...

What with all the villain origin stories coming out in the movies, I thought I’d add my two cents to the sudden desire to look into the...

I had a baby and was catatonic with sleep deprivation for a while, but now I’m back! …to my wickedly fast production rate of one story a...

Percy Jones told lies. Not believable lies; those the other children could have forgiven, after all, a kid had to look out for himself,...

I started this wanting to illustrate the fact that technology has not improved or changed the essential elements of human nature. Also, I...

I have been just barely getting the necessary things done in a day lately, so I have no new, completed short story this month. However, a...

Today’s story is brought to you by a pregnant woman who wanted cake and didn’t have any. It was not his cake. Terrible things would...

Previous segments one, two, three, and four here. She was eventually aware of two voices, familiar and unfamiliar. The familiar one spoke...

Here are the previous bits: segments one, two and three. The morning after the full moon, as Soria gasped and wheezed around the kitchen...

I had to pause this for a few days. There’s probably only going to be one or two more parts. You can read the previous segment here, and...

I’ve been enjoying escaping some of the pressures of our current situation with writing lately. I think that’s partly why this story has...

This ended up being unexpectedly large, and I put off writing it so long I don’t have time to chop it dramatically down to size, so I’m...

I’ve gone a little Max Lucado on this one. I’m kind of uncomfortable with it, but it’s time to post so here we go. Hey, there’s a long...

I have set myself a rule to complete and publish a short story by the 16th of every month. Normally I agonize over these for a good two...

This is the last of a four-part short story. The first letter is here. March 10, 19– Baron, I will never cease berating myself for...

This is the third of a four-letter short story. The first one is here: Griffin in the Tomatoes: Letter I, The Baron to Miss Saylor March...