Genette Eason, Age 15

It’s like a bad magic trick. Abracadabra, and everyone you know or love disappears. Genette Eason, 15, moved through the complete darkness that used to be her cozy hometown with surprising ease. The ground, covered in hot ash, was warm beneath her feet. The air around her was thick with dust. Somewhere in her mind, […]

Reduced

I had the apartment to myself. A sprawling, second floor, 3 bedroom with an enclosed porch and more living space than we knew what to do with. I didn’t live alone, normally, by my roommates were out-of-town for Christmas. I also had the flu, so I was missing a fair bit of work. What was […]

Work

Start on the first line, Which makes sense, Of course. Last name first, Middle initial, First name last. Date of birth, Social security number, You know the drill. It’s the first step, Of many. Next, if memory serves, Is the waiting, Waiting, Waiting, For the call. Which comes, And you’re excited, And you show up […]

Coming Down The Pipeline

Just a tasting. A preview, if you will, of some of the stories to come. They will all be autobiographical, and they will most definitely not be flattering to me. There will be tales of romance, including the time I started dating my best friend’s ex-fiance mere weeks after they broke up. There will be […]

Selfie: A Short Halloween Tale

The selfie-stick had been a good investment, in Natalie’s opinion. Not that she understood much about investments. Nor how to turn a profit. Regardless, she loved it. Wether it be to show off her OOTD (Outfit Of The Day) or take group selfies (itself an irony that was beyond her reach) or just to make […]

The Indecisive Alfred Highland

Three books at once, that is how many Alfred Highland was reading. This did not exactly point to a great intelligence, more of a fear of commitment. A familiar strain that ran through his entire life. His mother chastised him on a weekly basis for being nearly 40 and unmarried. He took it in stride, […]

A More Complete Father

For the first 29 years of my life I had a picture of my father in my head. It was not a picture based on memories so much as stories told to me by my mother. That was all, I had one primary source. He died when I was three, and I remember that. Beyond […]