Nature, coffee and conversations with my conscience made each morning the highlight of my day.
The founder of Mindpage plots his next move in the middle of a crisis.
A standard journey to Netsrik becomes complicated by Zirzal’s personal quest for a mate.
When the doorbell rang, tiny hairs on the back of Steve’s neck stood at full attention.
Who stole Vivi Rich’s gold egg?
Y’all only saw in her what you wanted to be, happy. But you couldn’t, so you drained Miss Ezzy for it.
The door opened, unleashing a blast of light from within.
What happens at bedtime. Be careful what you wish for.
“Oh, Lux? Yes, you have a question?”
Written for NYC Midnight 100-word Microfiction Challenge 2021
I followed its gaze to a plump woman with red, cotton ball hair, sweating profusely. She sweats so much she melts into a pool of flesh, sliding down the steps of the school.
A silhouette danced in front of the doorway, breaking mother’s attention from a gripping crime thriller.
Ehren needed a tough nanny to deter the pests attracted to his child.
When Holliday broke apart her fortune cookie, she stretched out a tiny slip of paper with unusual words on it.
HEYOO! Tom did it again. I hit him in the shoulder, a stinging, light punch. He flinched, rubbing his shoulder like he earned a battle wound.
Perhaps another lifetime, another path.