short stories

Flashing Lights

At a quarter to midnight, Daisy knocked on her brother’s door and waited with her ear against the wood for a response. It’s been a week since she last seen…

One With Nature

Whenever I was angry, my mother told me to go hug a tree. I always thought that was her way of saying “go away” since she was one of those…

Buzzard

Richard was leaving a shopping center carrying two bags of groceries when he noticed a man about seven-foot-tall, but his height was minimized due to a horrible slouched over posture…

Who do You Follow

This is one of my old works. I wrote this between 2015 to 2016 during the time ISIS terror group was all over the news. I dont hear much about…