Short Stories

Nestled in the back of the yard, villains were afoot. Like the stench of a fart, they were slowly creeping, waiting to make their...

I sat down, a mountain before me. Desperately trying to sift through its greatness, I yanked a shirt out. Though clean, it had wrinkles,...

December 29th, 2024. Dearest Timeo, I hope this finds you well… Look, I’ve got a favor to ask… could you ease up just a tad?  I’ve got an...

The wind whipped throughout the trees, leaves flying into the sky. Clouds rolled overhead—dark clouds. The rain began to fall; fog crept...