The last song | Flash Fiction
The music was faint so far away from the stage, but they had room to sit down and still see the performers from the distance. Their barrier warrior days were mostly over, and they were content with arriving later, seeing fewer shows, and staying away from the crowd…
Wish | Short Story
He took another sip of his drink and grinned. "I'm whatever you want me to be."…
Guitar
“Lunch’s ready. Put the guitar down.”“Just need to finish this bit. This one’s for you — wait until you hear it.”She sighed. As his tour loomed closer, he had barely looked at her, and all his fingers had touched was his guitar. He’d be gone again in the…
3AM Friend
The clinking of mugs in the kitchen pulled her back from a restless sleep and into the dark middle of the night. Only the quiet rumble of the aircon filled the silence in her half-empty apartment. She sat up on her bed and squinted to have a better…
Countdown
The day was breaking, and she was not afraid anymore. Her knees were sore from kneeling but her soul was cleansed. As the first rays of sunlight entered her room, she stood up to look outside her window—a thin blanket of snow covered the courtyard as people came…
The Birds
“I wonder if they’re real,” John asked, pointing at the crows on the fence bordering the pond. Overgrown grass reigned supreme, but the park still showed signs of its past of glorious, manicured, suburban, peaceful days. John imagined kids riding bikes along the then clear path, old people…
The Forest
He was not supposed to be alone in the forest.…