fiction

Weed in God’s Garden- The Key

I started writing my first novella thirteen years ago during the darkest period of my life which is why I’m dedicating this story to a man who told me not…

6 PM

5:56, Don pulls up into his driveway and sighs with relief. He made it on time before 6 p.m. Never did he imagine as an adult he’d have a curfew,…

Your Likeness

I was walking home through Town Square the other night, when I stopped in my tracks. A billboard of an advertisement caught my attention and as I gaped at the…

Spewing Tar

Short Story I take a deep breath and say my truth. The chest of my parents, Bernadette and Matthew raise as their eyes grow wide. This is me and they’re…

Illiterate Ella

Poor illiterate Ella. She’s at least fifteen years old and cant read for shit. Her parents use to teach her at home, but after long efforts they decided to place…