Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
A Story For Saturday. I’ll be returning next Saturday with a regular or semi-regular features. Today you get a story. … Continue reading When You Grow Old
“I only picked a rose. Just one rose, and now I must be his,” said Papa as he packed his … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Beauty
Since I’m on vacation…and it is summer I’m going to repost my popular summer reading list. This was first posted in … Continue reading 2019 Summer Reading: My Old Favorites
Baker Beach Max heard the Nessun dorma ringtone and groaned. It was his brother Andy. It was an emergency. He … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Baker Beach
“I’ve faced my own demons, something I’d rather not think too much about, but I’ve never had to face someone … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Face Your Demons
Constantine never cared what anyone thought, until now. Now he wanted everyone to think good things. That was odd considering … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Shelter
The Changeling I’ll always remember what my preschool teacher said at lunch and snack times. “You get what you … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Changeling (Happy Mother’s Day)