Short stories
Death Hates Starbucks
If Death comes to meet us all, why doesn't he bring coffee?
Read MoreDecember 15, 2018
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Improvisation
Across a dimly lit table, soft ambiance and buzzing jazz; a world may be complete.
Read MoreNovember 16, 2018
The Patriot
Eternal vigilance is a heavy burden to bear, one requiring the Apprehension of the subtle as well as the brash.
Sometimes the threat isn’t as obvious as we anticipate.
Drifting back to fond memories of spring, a time both temperate and full of promise, releasing a labored breath
Read MoreNovember 12, 2018
The Departure
The Departure “Je vais en France,” he said staring at the tired carpet. Twisting and shifting his weight, seeking comfort against the indifferent fabric seat, persisting he arched his back into a stretch. “Excellent, pourqois?” A floral voice replied. Unexpectedly, finding himself loo
Read MoreDecember 18, 2016
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Grizzly
Quietly humming under his breath, ease began seeping into Martin’s muscles. Beneath him, the warm forest floor accepting his prone body like a familiar lover, laying to rest the physical and emotional weight of past days. A light breeze stirred a lingering aroma of dry pine, holding t
Read MoreAugust 14, 2016
The Gap
The Gap It felt late, later than it could possibly be. Still only dusk fading across the Sydney skyline, the Opera House and iconic bridge to the west would still be bustling with activity as people began heading home from work. Spring days pinching moments of sunlight from win
Read MoreMarch 19, 2016
The Halloween Meeting
The Halloween Meeting The clunking of water heating pipes echoed through the room, marking time he wished to forget, counting towards the meeting he always loathed. Ten o’clock, Wednesday mornings, his week ebbed and flowed against this time, measured as a high water mark, but
Read MoreNovember 04, 2015
Measured By Your Weight
Turning his head, guessing at the direction of the voice, towards the rustling of the curtain, wondering, did I see movement, or simply hear it? “I’m not sure I understand,” he asked in a hushed tone.An Uncertain Path
“That’s what I mean. I’m Corey. You’ve been preoccupied, let’s t
Read MoreJanuary 14, 2015
Any Day
He watched the approaching bus slow, then stop, then in the bottom of a pause surrendering it’s doors folding open to him. The airbrakes released, expelling a sigh matching his own. Corralling a deep breath, he looked up and boarded the daily 6.24 Express that conveyed him to work. Sh
Read MoreJanuary 13, 2015