The Weekly Short

This is a story about my husband, Greg, who created a workout program that hundreds of… possibly more… parents love.

Finally, here we go.

A haiku;

“I ate the last Hotpocket,” my brother said, coldly.

Luke let out a long, hearty sigh as he gave the lawnmower a push up the hill. One of the most mundane tasks he could think of, being done…

I find that my mind is always on edge. New thoughts spinning in the stratosphere of my simple yet complex brain. Neurons firing through a…

Supposedly, as senses are removed, others become more acute. Anyone who has done a blind taste test knows that this maxim is practically…

The Buck strolled down the hill through the midwestern forest. The rolling mountainsides were covered in trees and foliage and blanketed…

The Skeleton Man walked down the street — making skeleton plans.

A haiku (the third and final part);

Oh, the sweet smell of fall in the morning.