50-word Story
Thinking of you is like sipping my second cup of coffee of the day: not a yearning rush, just…
Crumpled dry leaves
Flash Fiction
Reclining on his squeaky rocking chair, he coughed himself awake. His rimless reading…
A Poem
The day you left the sun, bright as usual,coated my eyes with darknessand sent unendurable…
A Short Short Story
Their white SUV hurtled down the highway. In the car, neither he nor she said anything.
A Flash Fiction
The rain was pouring. Huge raindrops pelted the window panes mercilessly in the midst of rumbling…
I am a mistdrifting, invisibleuntil I meet your web
Being a mom, I often feel overwhelmed by my two children’s loud argument, reckless laughing, and endless opinion-giving…
