Gina had really wanted to be a therapist. It was admittedly not great to figure that out now, after losing her certification, her receptionist, her only wealthy client, and her professional reputation, but it was a starting place, she reminded herself, and we all need to start with small decisions to help us set big goals. The thing was, she really wanted to be a therapist, but she also wanted money and the things money could buy. Nice clothes, a good car, and an apartmen

“What are these pictures? Why do you have them? Do they mean something to you?” There was no answer from the teen girl sitting across from her and Gina had to restrain herself from visibly gritting her teeth. Just a teen girl , Gina said to herself, You’re the therapist, you’re in charge of the situation , but that teen girl couldn’t be more than five years younger than Gina, and it was hard not to react to her as a peer instead of a patient. The girl wore dark, tight cloth

This is a re-post for Christmas. I've been working on a larger project and haven't done as many short stories, but I've always been really pleased with this one, so I thought it was worth bringing out again. Percy Jones told lies. Not believable lies; those the other children could have forgiven, after all, a kid had to look out for himself, especially a weedy, bespectacled kid like Percy. Plus the elves who watched over them would frequently ignore an infraction earned in th

Once home, they separated to their houses, still wordless. But there, their experiences began to diverge. Dean sat with his family around...

You have to be careful about who you bring with you to rob a temple for treasure. Dean thought wistfully that it would have been nice to...

It should have been difficult for the boy to clutch his sheaf of new hire paperwork, run to keep up with Griffin, and still manage to...

Every night Rim dreamed of her parents—what even were parents? She didn’t know, but they were clearly nightmares since they looked just...

The gate over Alice’s flower garden is still there, and the cheerful little hand-painted sign proclaiming “Welcome All!” is there, too,...

He was aware, judging by the redness of her face and the way the tip of her hat was trembling with suppressed rage, that he should stop....

I have recently been published in an anthology of short fiction! You can buy the book or the ebook here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0D8HS...

First of all, you should know that a haunted house can’t choose to be a haunted house. A house has to reflect the character of the people...

Sometimes she would sneak out of her rooms in the early morning, when the fog was lifting off the gardens, and find the door in the far...