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…
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…