The Voicemail
Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.
Flash-fiction
Red Dot
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
The Acknowledgement
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Calum in the Forest
Every shot taken draws the forest closer.
Fancy Meeting You Here
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Haley Alone
Nothing but a trail of broken bone and rotten flesh.
Lies
“Why are you late?”
The Joker
“Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.”
The Gators of Mars
So, who the fiddler’s flying fig decided Mars needed alligators?
Another Z in the Fourth Wall
Eddie’s fist connected with a satisfying crunch and Haley couldn’t keep from smiling. The zombie’s newly-detached lower jaw sailed through the air, flicking ...
A Quiet Ride
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!”
The Way Home
Gwen barely could focus on the oncoming traffic as she headed for home. What a bitch of a day. All I want to do is rip off this bra and put on the give-up pjs.