My Stories

Business As Usual at Olicratic Galactic Convention Chase MacTavish reporting, 3rd Krams, Risork I don’t want to be here, but…

The two-story Victorian stood on the corner. Both lots beside it were empty. The sun burned bright overhead. There were…

Dr. Hammond sat on his bed and stared at the digital clock on the wall above his computer screen. Each…

A man sits alone in the dark. An open bottle of whiskey sits propped against his feet. The visions still…

The sounds of villagers haggling over the price of fresh fish and fruits filled Yari’s ears as he made his…

  There is a house on the corner of two broken streets. The white paint is chipped and peeling. The…

Explosions lit the sky with brilliant balls of fire. Dazzling displays of red, green, and purple sparks raining down in…

Riding the grid is a lot like deep meditation. You let your mind wander, not really thinking but not completely…

Thunder shook the house, buzzing the windows and shaking the pictures in their frames. The wind picked up, howling through…

From my vantage point in the abandoned garage across the street, the single-story ranch house looked almost mundane. The faded…