A message from the twenty-fourth century
doo yoo woo mooo? DoO AyE waan tooo? waa ee ooo poo fee floo gloo viaa grnaa gtyoe brooa grooa…
Category: Flash fiction
No style, no substance
What do I mean? I mean this is a short story with no style and no substance. Why? Why not?…
Some Shadow
The path to the cabin was choked with brambles; that was good. It meant that no one had been near…
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For the Time Being
While working on my next novel ‘Bums’ which will be published in the Spring of 2015, I have been distracting…
The Time Machine – a short story
“They say that goldfish only have something like a twelve second memory . . .” “Who says?” I asked. One…
The Black Sheep
He wasn’t much of a ram, small and weak, with no possibility of siring any of the sumptuous ewes that…