A Date for the Ages

Zach Dennis escorted his date to their table, discreetly wiping sweaty palms on the back of his gray slacks. He had never been so enamored by a woman, nor desperate for someone's approval. She had suggested the restaurant, and it was dark, foreign, yet elegant - as was she. Sorina's eyes were dark pools glinting... Continue Reading →

The Gallery

Quentin sauntered through the museum alone, taking a serpentine path through crowds of people all thoroughly more interested than he. A vibrant red Cardinals hat sat over dark locks of unkempt, thinning hair; he told his girlfriend, Lila, it would make it easier to spot him in the crowd. He found any museums boring, but... Continue Reading →

The Crow’s Portent

Jarrett Bernier sat at his kitchen table, nursing his first cup of coffee, sighed, and put down his iPad. The headlines were a vacuum in which Jarrett's hope could not survive, and he couldn't take any more bad news. The pandemic was still in full swing, and he had yet to find a new job... Continue Reading →

Bent

"Dare," Melanie replied. Sarah looked at me with a sly smirk, then pulled the comic from her backpack and passed it to her. "The ritual is on page thirteen. Good luck." Melanie cautiously grabbed the battered comic, looking around at us suspiciously. "Bent?" she said, reading the cover. "You are daring me to do something... Continue Reading →

My Favorite Books on Writing

When I decided I wanted to pursue a career writing fiction, I did what any prudent person should do upon taking up a new endeavor: I assumed the role of a serious student. It has become clear that if we aren't growing, we are dying, and we must water, fertilize, and nurture the seeds we... Continue Reading →

The Jar

When I was a young boy, I could spend hours looking at the sky, wrapt in awe, wonder suffusing me from head to toe; I never wanted to look away, especially on those clear cloudless nights when the heavens were so brilliant the stardust seemed to fall down and tickle my nose.One night, I took... Continue Reading →

Better Late Than Never

I discovered my life’s great passion later than I would’ve liked, but I suppose it’s not so uncommon. Like many, I abandoned that creative child I once was, left him behind as I began to hang with the wrong crowd, and then chased things of little importance for more years than I’d like to recount.... Continue Reading →

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