Yellow Bird

    It was noon; the sun was high overhead, the skies were cooling, and the immigrant carpenters worked building the new houses; the ground in the new subdivision was a brown, cracked field of jigsaw pieces, the few shadows about pointed into the earth. The dog pulls at the leash, smelling something on the… Continue reading Yellow Bird

Werewolves Anonymous

A teenager seeking help, settles for dinner     “Hi, my name is Anastasia, and I’m a werewolf.” “Hi, Anastasia,” the room booms back, welcoming the newest attendee at Werewolves Anonymous Plano. The newest member looks bored. She doesn’t believe this type of talk therapy in a “kumbaya, isn’t this wonderful, see I’m just as… Continue reading Werewolves Anonymous


A man seeks revenge for the death of his brother     The world spins and threatens to go away as the crater that was my right hip fills again with pain. I feel myself slipping towards unconsciousness; I steady myself against the dashboard, will the dizziness to pass. I got to focus. I am… Continue reading Valerie

My Bully

An individual pays the ultimate price for revenge     If I had to guess, I would say there is maybe a two percent chance the paramedics might save his life, that he might still return to his body. I just killed two men; he was the first. I see him considering my corpse again,… Continue reading My Bully

Becoming Proust

Reflections on living three fifths a century     But old age, to begin with, has something in common with death. Some face it with indifference, not because they have more courage than others, but because they have less imagination.“ Marcel Proust, Time Regained – I am slowly turning into Marcel Proust. Okay, that may… Continue reading Becoming Proust

Banished Man

On loving the unavailable     He remembers their early times together. How, at times, she would send him away with her terse instructions: Go work on yourself, and the classic if inscrutable, Get your shit together. What could he do? Banished, he did as she asked, he went away. He would make some token… Continue reading Banished Man

An Ugly Chair

Ordinary horror in the mundane The chair sits awkwardly in the shallow corner between the fireplace and the patio door (it’s a small apartment), shrouded under an ugly brown, queen-sized blanket I bought years ago on my way to a meditation retreat. That year we had a bitterly cold winter, and the retreat center was old… Continue reading An Ugly Chair

Desert Highway

In the end, the most surprising thing about the video was how no two people ever remembered it the same; it was a modern-day Rorschach test. It was only three minutes twelve seconds long, but people saw different things when they recounted what they had watched. One thing almost everyone agreed upon was the video… Continue reading Desert Highway


A Terryn and Shawn Story     2:10 PM I’m trying to put it out of my mind. At first, I didn’t believe the front desk was calling my clients. So on number three, I made Tobias make the call on speakerphone. Sure enough, it rolled to voicemail just like the other two. Weird. A… Continue reading No-Hitter

On Writing; A Series of Essays

    Essays I’ve written on writing. On Writing – Part 1 On Writing – Part 2 On Writing – Part 3 On Writing – Part 4 On Writing – Part 5

On Writing – Part 5

How I Write Short Stories     Whenever anyone tells me they’ve been married longer than 10 years, I tell them they are qualified to write a book on “how-to-stay-married.” There’s a similar idea for anyone who’s written over 200 short stories. Now, I’m nowhere near ready to tell anyone how they should write their… Continue reading On Writing – Part 5

Inflatable Santa

Horror Flash Fiction The neighborhood was quieter now. Folks felt guilty when they accidentally found themselves enjoying the calm. Eleven in three weeks. That’s how many children had disappeared. The inflatable Santa, magically moving from yard to yard, each morning in a different place. A prank. One that Larry or possibly Eileen had started years… Continue reading Inflatable Santa


30-Day Flash Challenge, Day 30     “The left, no. The right,” I say to the street performer. I’m sure the white pawn is in his right hand. He got lucky the other times, but I think I’ve figured out what he’s doing. “Are you quite sure?” he says to me. He asks this every… Continue reading Influence