Traitor | A Short Story
The young man flinched at the festival of horror pouring from the small, flat screen on the desk: the yellow dust that engulfed entire cities, the homes consumed by fire, the snow storms, the injured and ill lying on hospital floors and on the side of the street…
A Night of Masks and Memories: A Short Story
That night she was Marina: 25 years old, medium height, average weight, brown hair down to her shoulders; but a spark within the face survived its owner’s death. She could feel it radiating warmth and joy inside her mind, making her uncomfortable with her newfound happiness.…
Breakfast in bed | A short story
It was just one morning. Nothing would happen between them in one morning unless the morning proved too short and they felt the need to expand their little adventure to the afternoon. But what if an afternoon with him wasn't enough? …