A Girl And A Ghost
Short Story “Are you a ghost?” she asked. I laughed. “Not exactly,” I said. “Do I look like a ghost?” “A little,” she said. “You’re shiny blue. Ghosts always look shiny blue.” I cocked...
Tagged: death
The Rosebush and The Brier – Part One
Short Story John trudged in the knee high waters in the flooded streets of the peninsula. Walking towards what he thought was the inland. He’d decided to ride out the storm and was...
The Price of Life
Poem About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he flies...
The Mondays
Short Story I was told I was dying on a Monday morning. Mondays are usually just a lame excuse to be grumpy or bitchy, but I think I had a legitimate excuse to have...
The Office
Short Story A man sits at his desk, alone in his cluttered office with no exit. Stacks of manila envelopes and filing cabinets with every other drawer ajar, surround him. Overflowing waste bins sat in...
The Story of To
Short Story Winston stopped and turned to the three new correctional officers. “Alright guys, that concludes orientation. Your lunch is at noon, and you’re on your own now.” The three young men looked...
