MICROFICTION

Bleeding to death along the sandy road while gun smoke cleared from my head wasn’t a problem Read More

Soon after the bullet split into my flesh, through my organs, I saw blood trace the sand.

Originally published with The Fable Online. Needs a new home.

Never believed in the paranormal. Then, Zephyr, a woman who had hung herself in our home one hundred years ago appeared.

Originally published with The Fable Online

My plane landed in Tokyo three hours late. My flight for Nagoya left without me. Read More

~A Quiet Courage Journal

Day one of teaching English in Japan; “How old are you?” was the easiest question for the students. Read More

~A Quiet Courage Journal

Everybody witnessed the excitment when the clock sounded at noon and the shots were heard round the town. Read More

~Round Up Writer’s Zine

My flesh fell off on its own. I couldn’t see Read More

~Microfiction Mondays

It shone through the window, then curtain, then onto the rug. The sparkling light moved towards Phil. Read More

~LitroNY

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