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…
Work
Congrats. You've made it. You look like a Professional Writer. Is this not what you always wanted? Are you still not happy?…
Shadow – Flash Fiction
Since you insist on following me, I'm going to have to take your picture. | Flash Fiction | Photography …
Not A Poem
I still don’t know why he turned away from the home I made for him to light himself on fire in the middle of the street. I don’t know why he told me martyrdom made a much better mistress than me.…
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…