This is the step child of Untold Shorties. A collection of fiction works written by me.
I go for a walk; I do it every day. I do it to clear my head, and let out all the junk I hear day in and day out. That’s what it is–junk, garble, noise, rhetoric, narcissism. We talk about all the bad things going on but we don’t talk enough about the good […]
I may never have been to comic-con, and I may not have the inside scoop on the inner workings of a Death Star, but I do know good movies, I know strong story lines, and I have been a Star Wars fan from birth. Now I know this is not my typical fiction write up […]
The gala was a complete success–at least that’s what I was told. I don’t remember much of the evening. I remember shaking hands, hearing over two dozen names I won’t remember, and explaining my pieces, over and over and over again. I drag my aching feet into the kitchen; the steam rising from the coffee […]
I felt as if I had lived multiple lifetimes. Impossible, because I’m only twenty-six. And yet each day I wake up feeling as though this is not my life. I lay staring at the ceiling and decide it’s time to snap out of my funk. I’m procrastinating. I really need to start getting ready for work. I roll […]
