Category: Fiction

The sweltering New Orleans sun departs a grateful sky, splashing orange and red hues across nature’s blue canvas. We’re running late, “Come on! Mama and Papa must be waiting for us,” I holler. Sammy, only three years old,...

I am looking for her. The woman of my dreams, my reason for being, my main squeeze, my POSSLQ. Her. I’ve looked for years, starting in kindergarten, straight on through college, at work, in Deepak seminars, by the frozen...

Once upon a time there was a cleaning lady. She cleaned houses because it was next-to-impossible to find a “job” that paid well. It was next-to-impossible to find a boss who could handle requested schedule changes due to stuff...

Bog-brown glens, mica schist rocks, waterfalls Gulching down screes, a rain-logged mountain slope With scrawny pine trees twisted by mad gales, They see from my ball-yard and abandon hope. Richard Murphy For the first time in...

“Should’ve used birth control,” my grandma muttered to her husband, my grandfather, out of the side of her mouth. This comment was in reaction to the scene they witnessed as they walked up our steps. I was six years old, playing...

Marlene Monroe had the date circled on the calendar that hung in her kitchen. Who even kept calendars like this anymore? She often discovered she’d have one event entered on her iPhone calendar that did not appear on the kitchen...

The Office I’ve been summoned to the C suite by the head of marketing. “Olsen, I got a hot prospect banging down the door, a Mr. Goddeaux, eager for Working Model Consultants to weigh in on his operation. I can’t spare anybody...

The nightmares wouldn’t leave me. I saw the townsfolk in the nightmares. I saw them denouncing his mother. And I saw her sweet, angelic, non-caring boldness. Nightmare after nightmare, I saw her lugging her saw, bucket, homemade...

My mouth is free. The boundaries are no more.

Night falls on Chichen Itza, covering the bustling city in darkness. Cold winds draft the narrow streets, the torch flames waggle, flickering shadows on the walls. Moonlight pours down, painting in silver the roof-tops and huge...

Franny itches to ram the Jeep Cherokee she’s been sitting behind for the past forty minutes as their respective vehicles creep along the interstate. With no exit for five miles, countless vehicles are gridlocked in place. She’s...

Usually, the bitterness of caffeine could jolt my mind into action, but today was different. I needed something more to weed out the seeds of apprehension taking root. I grabbed some clothes from a rack and threw open the front...