Category Archive: Short Stories

Friday Fictioneer: Remembering

Instead of a story, I’m going to share a memory. In junior high school, my best friend was Karen. She had an older brother who was dying. Sadly, I don’t remember his name,… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Ghosts

“Don’t go there.” “It’s condemned. You don’t want to fall through the floor and break leg.” “It’s haunted. Ghosts will get you.” Words JD had heard all his life. Now that he was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Walk Along the Beach

“Maaa… my clients are buddies of Pa,” Kayla laughed. Ma angrily confronted Pa. He sore, “Didn’t know. If he had known, he would have stopped it. Ma was the only one Pa was… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: What?

Another job well done with a celebration worthy of eating, drinking, and dancing. Captain was mostly drinking. Seven beautiful women joined the dance. “You like?” the Sharman asked. “Careful, captain, or they will… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: Honor the Gods

“Snortgrass.” “Snortcloud.” “Snortgrass is funnier.” “Stop it.” “Must have an awfully big nose to snort clouds.” “I don’t understand.” “Neither do I.” “Why bowls of plants?” “To honor him.” “It would be easier… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneers: The Music

“All I got is bad luck.” “And a pair of beat up boots.” “And a pair of beat up boots.” “Man, you got to pick yourself up.” “No one calls me ‘man.’ They… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Revenge

After six years, he married someone else who he’d known for only a few months. She was younger, heavier, less than average. But she was perfect, or so he said. I ran into… Continue reading

Remembering My Character’s Name

I wrote a short story for Friday Fictioneers: Rainforest. The story is about a human and elf, Ronny and Elilaph. Ronny is a character in my next up coming book, My Haunted Bed… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Rainforest

  Elf and human stood on the top of the mountain over looking a wasteland. “This is it?” Marty asked. “You’ve got to be kidding.” “It’s because of that kind of attitude that… Continue reading

Friday Fictioneer: Embarrassing

Mom thinks she’s 85. She’s 185. Her hair is now bright pink. She’s wearing my tight lime-green pants. She looks better in them than I do. She went Frisbee golfing. She doesn’t know… Continue reading

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