Fable Poetry
A Bedtime Poem Careful child, for when you sleep, Trolls and goblins like to creep, Through the field and to your bed, Such awful terror, such wretched dread. Once
The Accident
Darkness. Complete darkness. Am I dead? No, I don’t think so. You can’t think when you’re dead… I don’t think. I guess I mean you can’t think “I am dead.”
Volcanic Art
A dash of brown, a streak of red, a glob of grey. Back and forth her brushes stroked, and swirled, and twirled against the white canvas. “What are you making,”
The Basement
That noise, that noise, that wretched, eternal noise. I can’t take it any longer, the rap tap tap always coming from the basement – the forbidden basement. I throw of
The Bomb – Flash Fiction
Fifty-nine seconds. That was all that remained in Malek’s life until he became mere particles floating through the atmosphere in search of a resting place. A lot could happen in
Night Patrol
Night Patrol is for the brave men and women that keep us safe – few will even know what they are doing to keep us safe each day and night … Continue readingNight Patrol
Flash Fiction – The Forest
My dad always warned me that escaping wild animals would be great exercise not worth getting. Well… I agree; and more specifically, running from bears is great exercise. Better yet,
I’m Just Not Sure – Finish the Story
“I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured.” Injured is really an understatement, I was dead… well, dying. 11 Seconds. Somebody
Flash Fiction – When the Crow Calls
When the crow calls each fall night, be sure to listen to his plight. For the crow, sitting high, is watching out for you alright. His eyes they’ll follow and