She lay there abandoned. Lost, Alone. Roaming the streets of the city at night. Where her blood dripped She called home. Staining where She stripped Bare bone. Dancing the night away To a bare tone: The beats of lust. The melody of need. Shadows frolic where they must, Not for greed. Tomorrow … Continue reading 17
Flash Fiction
Short Stories Under 2,000 words
Lucky # 13
It was a tumultuous season of joy and pain; of a soul on ice and a soul on fire. You have to understand that the summer was a perfect storm. It was a global warming induced environmental manic period-the likes of which Colorado had never seen. It began with the largest blizzard in recorded history … Continue reading Lucky # 13
Philly
Oh man, Saul was Jazz just jazz we’re talking Miles Davis highlight high life big city slickers cool cat he was down for anything up for anything we met in a back alley in Boston like five minuets ago Maybe more than 5 mins like like 3 years ago even Yeah three years ago Jazz … Continue reading Philly
The Fifth Chapter
I remember when I first saw him. He had such a magnetic personality. We were on a grey hound bus going from New York to San Francisco. He was possibly the happiest person I had ever met. He was the type of person who you meet and find your self dying to know what their … Continue reading The Fifth Chapter
Bald Headed World
Over the years she stopped combing everything. It started when they told her she couldn't go to Daughters Of The American Revolution luncheon. She just stopped trying to comb through their hate to find kernels of respect. She let the tendrils of their fuming hate cool down in her calm aura and coalesce into greasy … Continue reading Bald Headed World
There’s Something Wrong With Eleanor
Eleanor Bisbee-Downs was a quiet girl. She had a sort of bookish quality that maxim magazine has successfully turned into a hint of barely repressed sexual energy. She was of an unusually pale complexion for her race which history and FHM had told the men in her life comes from sexual frustration. As Jane Austen … Continue reading There’s Something Wrong With Eleanor
Depth and OkCupid
Their love affair was typical of their generation. He professed his love often with statements like "never forget, I love you madly" while she silently suffered his facial hair experiments; cataloging them for the opening scene of a Judd Aptow movie that would never be filmed. She couldn't remember whether he was from Texas or … Continue reading Depth and OkCupid
I Say Falling
In between seconds, as the river rushed closer, illogically slow, the accountant counted. He counted his heartbeats, he counted the number of nights spent on the couch where he avoided the wife he no longer loved and, remembering his mother, he counted the hairs on her head after the chemo: one. He counted like … Continue reading I Say Falling
Where You’re Fighting To Get At It
Doc looked at the clock with the exhausted desperation of the under-employed. He had five hours left on his shift. Five hours working minimum wage in which he would make around $40. Had Fancy not walked into the store at that exact moment he would have thought "I'd pay my boss $40 to leave now." … Continue reading Where You’re Fighting To Get At It
The Well Examined Life 