Her name was Patience. She was young, pretty, determined, and seemingly friendless. I might have been wrong, but I asked her if she had any
Category: Short Stories
Short Story Sunday: Father Paul
She remembered when he was just in high school. His family lived next door in an old ranch house with a rabbit warren of added
Short Story Sunday: The Morning After
Andy woke up with a feeling his entire body had been taken over by a parasitic monster who was ready to consume him from the
Short Story Sunday: Circles
Circles “The damn circles are back. My crops are gonna be ruined by it all. We’re already having a cold planting season, and now this,
Short Story Sunday: Emergency
“I will slip away like petals of a flower after the bloom has faded and dried into pale crunchy nothingness,” said Courtney. Ryan glanced over
Tangled Tales: The Art of Caring
Constantine Jones looked approvingly in the mirror. Not a lock of brown hair out of place. Just a few laugh lines around his big brown
Vampire Maman 