Stories

Mark, a character from my story Cumulonimbus, inspired me to write this poem. It can be understood without reading the story.

The narrator struggles with the impending death of a dear friend and colleague.

Jason doesn't want a hug. Even if they're free.

Come visit Endora's brothel where eye candy and sexual favors are a veil to disguise what's really happening.

An old man prepares for death, surrounded by his family. He is ready to be reunited with his soulmate, but nothing is as simple as we want it to be.

Something was wrong with Davey. Alan didn't think he was being taken seriously by the medical professionals they visited. So what was he to do? The only thing he could: persevere, and hope to find the right answer before it was too late.

This is the result of a randomly generated prompt.

Evil comes in all shapes and sizes.

After betraying his lover, Samuel is determined to make things right, no matter what the cost. They flee Oscar's captors, only to be confronted by the very truth that put them in their predicament in the first place.

They said his mother was a witch. They said he would go to hell like her and he did. In a way.