Stories

A High-Octane Thrill Ride Through the Streets of Moscow

In the frozen, neon-drenched heart of Moscow, where the roar of engines echoes through the night and fortunes are won or lost on a single race, a new king of the asphalt is about to be crowned.

Max must confront the shadows of his own past while preparing for a final, explosive showdown that will decide who truly rules the night.

Strap in. Hold on. The race is just beginning.

PT #292- It seems circumstances have conspired to make Hopper late for his date. Why is everything going wrong today? Is this a sign?

Another episode from the files of Detective Gennaro Saggio. Labor Day has come and gone with no crime perpetrated with the detective in mind. Mid-October, however, well, that is an entirely different story.

Mayhem Fantasy!

The Nextworld Invasion and the Death of Magic involves the gathering of a team of people from three unique races, who need to come together and try to find a way of stopping an invasion... by the Humans! This is a story about people. There is action every step of the way that helps bring the individuals closer, and strange wonders surprise even the most seasoned among them.

How far will they be willing to go? Where will their decisions take them? And what will be left of them when they're done?

Twin brothers.
One is gay.
The other is haunted... probably.

One-shot companion to Thanks, Dads.

Ryan didn’t plan for Sofa Club. Or for his dads to find out.

Or for the worst part of all:

getting caught caring.

What do you get when your satirical college essay is read by your two dads?

Trial by passive-aggressiveness.

Judgment from a pug who demands tribute with every verdict.

And emotional blackmail, served cold on a guilt-plated platter.

Thanks, Dads.

A collection of collaborative writings from the Friday prompt blog.

This is my collection of poetry written for April 2025, National Poetry Writing Month.

Isolated “for his own good”, Judah is given no choice but to show up to the witch-be-damned ceremony on his fiftieth rebirthday. It wasn’t like he could run away. He’d daydreamed about showing up with messy punk rock hair in his torn jeans and a Def Leopard T-shirt, but that would probably just result in him being stripped naked. Not a look he wanted to sport for the awakening or what he feared came after. He'd heard them, wondering how they’d benefit from the miracle he was supposed to spread through the families. Would they be gifted his magic, his blood, or something even more sinister? And would Judah survive this supposed honor at all?