we met when we were 16. at 42, i still miss you.

it was just another day when daniel first saw eve. she didn't see him, but she didn't need to.

Someone is following me. I only catch glimpses of a man in the shadows behind me whenever I steal a glance, but I know that something is wrong... In the tradition of UK drabbles, this is a story that is exactly 100 words.

"The Porch on Which She Sits" is a dramatic vignette that recounts the life of an elderly widow. Once famous but now nearly forgotten and dying alone, she basks in the sunlight and enjoys the final peaceful moments of her life.

two twenty-something women recounting personal stories of sex, love and lust in downtown Toronto

Once upon a time, a cat fell in love with an ambitious man.

A short Horror story set in London's Victorian Era. Resembles the writings of Edgar Allan Poe, and H. P. Lovecraft.

These sci-fi, fantasy, and horror flash fiction stories bounced around in my head long enough to survive brainstorming and wound up scribbled down out here in the wild. Enjoy.

Short story collection. They gather in the dark: those who did not traverse to face their judgement when their mortal shells expired. It is within these darkest regions that the veil to the mortal realm is weakest. Sentinels stand at each of the seven gates, commanded by the gods to guard against the spirits that try to break out of Akasha. But there are some who manage. Many come seeking closure, demanding retribution for wrongs done onto them by their mortal brethren. No longer visible, they collate shadows, merging with the darkness to assume corporeal form that allows them to move among you, yet remain hidden; at least until it's too late to do anything more than beg for mercy. For darkness taints even the purest of souls.

Micro fiction / Updated when inspiration strikes ...