A Short Story The rain came down fat patting noisily on the fallen leaves. The night was heavy and the orange light of the street lamps danced in the puddles as the drops sent out curling ripples. He was walking, hooded head down, hands tucked firmly in his pockets. …

A Short Story — A cacophony of heavy boots thumped loudly on the cheaply constructed stairwell. At the landing just before the second floor stood a Police Officer. “Second apartment on the left. The door’s open. I think they’re doing CPR.” Another Officer stood in the hallway just past the open apartment door. The…

The left side of my face is limp and my tongue lay slack in the back of my throat. There is a stale taste of rot in my mouth. Twinges of pain pulse across my body in intervals that seem to be as a song strumming through a melody of…

She stepped out of the coffee shop right behind him. Both deciding to brave the fat rain drops coming down in sheets in the cold autumn night. She had seen him every so often at the coffee shop keeping to himself reading and enjoying his drink. …

I remember that it started almost imperceptibly. An out of stock item here or there. Price rises being blamed on one thing or another. Then the grocery stores pretended to be constantly reorganizing to hide the fact of an ever growing number of empty shelves. Eventually our pantries were empty…

Fans of James Joyce will likely enjoy this short story I wrote in 2008, during my Junior year of college, for the Syracuse James Joyce Club’s annual writing contest. I was fortunate enough to be given first prize, the Nancy Duffy Award. Unfortunately, the award didn’t involve publication but it…

Now, I didn’t always live with my Mom. Well, I did but then I didn’t. What I mean is that I did when I was little until I was about seven and then I lived with my Dad. My Mom drank a lot. So did my Dad, but Social Services…