A collection of flash fiction pieces.

They do not speak. But they communicate. Through sound. Through light. Through movement. They are curious. They are profound. They are blue. This short story is my submission for the Blue Man Group Origin Story competition.

The ultimate gift of one far too young to give it. 1500 word short story.

A haunted man. A curious curse. The center of the world.

Every time it rains, a young woman meets a ghostly man on a bridge... A brief tale of an unlikely friendship and a meeting over a river. *** If you are reading this story on any platform other than Wattpad you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad.com and find it there.

About a rather unusual lesson in history class.

it feels so familiar, like someone you loved and whose face you have forgotten. somewhere in your body, somewhere that doesn't exist starts to ache. it aches for the singing of the stars. you just want to go home, don't you? if only you knew where that was. you're longing for a home in the stars that you cannot return to, and it might not have ever existed...