Where it began

The writer's group I attend, although not nearly often enough, picked the word tragedy as a story prompt this week.  When I saw i...

I came into work the other morning and found this little guy sitting on the floor. I've no idea how he got inside, but it was clear ...

As he walked toward the bus station, his expensive leather shoes went scrape-slap, scrape-slap , against the unforgiving New York pavemen...

My mind's in a mess, so cluttered with worry Can't handle the stress, reasoning's gone blurry The strings...

Scarlet has been in my life for as long as I've been alive. The early years are hard to remember, those images are faded by time and ...

Riley and the Wizard The world is a very old place, and it’s not always been ...