In honor of the master, Isaac Asimov. It used to be a saying across most of the galaxy that if you were ever too poor to tip your waiter...

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...

I had a plan for the week before Easter. I envisioned cheerfully dying Easter eggs, making cupcakes for neighbors, cooking together in...

When I put on the suit in the morning, I think about going home. When I seal the black, weighted boots onto my legs, I imagine my...

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

Even the flamingo with the Santa hat looked dismal in the cold winter light. The flowerpots sat on each step leading up to the porch with...

“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...