At the end of the corridor was a heavy-looking red door with a metal sign at eye-level that read: Redundancy Room. Neil made his way towards it, driven more by curiosity than compliance.
Category Archives: Short Stories
The Forgotten Few | Flash Fiction
They deserve to be looked for. They deserve to be cared about. They deserve to be more than forgotten news in a town that doesn’t care.
Footprints in the Moondust | Flash Fiction
Footprints where none should be pull two astronauts toward a discovery that reshapes everything they thought they knew.
Mirrors in the Mud | Flash Fiction
An exhausted and despairing soldier is navigating the muddy rivers of the labyrinthine trenches of enemy territory, until he comes face to face with someone he never expected to…
Seared Scallops and Ashes | Flash Fiction
A weary chef, a strange diner, and a midnight meal that serves more than food. Take a seat, something’s cooking at the Crossroads Café.
Sketches & Storytelling - Art, Illustration, and Storytelling 