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...

This is not a particularly original thought. But, original or not, it’s what I’ve been thinking. Because the libraries have been closed...

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...

This was supposed to be a melancholy, sweet story set shortly after WWII. I had grand plans of people wiping tears from their eyes at the...

Aurea was raised by a dragon, so when the bird left, her first impulse was to burn everything to the ground. It was supposed to be a...

She was the only one who knew he’d left the dragon alive. And every time she ran with his other children to be swept into a big bear hug,...

Once she was in, she couldn’t get out, and she was afraid that at any moment someone would notice the gun in the pocket of her coat. She...

Every mother has days like this: she has twenty-seven hours worth of chores to fit into a twenty-four hour period. So she leaps out of...

At 2:08 today, water fell out of the sky. My grandma said it was the end of the world; probably aliens dropping poison on us. She said...

Pretty much nobody gets their first job before they’re eighteen and they sure don’t get one with the rat-catcher, that’s for sure. But I...

The spandex showed some frayed spots where the elastic was going out of it, and the green “S” emblazoned on his chest had lost a few...

This is a blog about normal things. I take the ordinary parts of life for granted. Sunrise, sunset and all the natural functions of the...