Past, Short stories

Dallas’ Demise (2008)

I can’t even remember why or how it ended, just that it did. Sometimes breaking up is hard. Letting go is hard..... I wrote this ten years ago for a creative writing course.

Past, Short stories

Childhood Horrors Remembered

I don't remember when things started to change I just remember that when our brother was four he tried to stab a teacher with a pair of scissors. So I was told. And that he tried to bite Kristin when she was bathing him. So I heard. When Linda and Kelvin were gone, Tiffany and… Continue reading Childhood Horrors Remembered

Short, Short stories, Uncategorized

Here’s a snippet of one of my short stories

 I threw up.    I didn't mean to. Yesterdays meal, a burrito from some fast food joint, in dull pastel colors of red and yellow flushed down the porcelain throne. My body throbbed a mixture of twisted emotions: hate - the kind that makes for revenge, love and admiration, respect as an equal, one game… Continue reading Here’s a snippet of one of my short stories