Short Story: Burial

The note took me by surprise. “I never expected love to hurt so much.” I read it and reread it over and over again, not quite making sense of the words so clearly written by her hand, the last words she would ever write. I found it beside her when I found her, dead, rigor …

Short Story: The price of love

Love is stupid. Yeah, I said it. Maybe love makes people stupid, or at least makes sane people do stupid things. Maybe it's part of it, or all of it, or maybe it's just me. I don't know. I used to know, just like everyone's an expert until you're mired in something and you realize …

Short Story: Sacrificed Death

I celebrated my 181st birthday yesterday. I call it a celebration because that's what people say, but my longevity is not a blessing. It's a punishment for daring to seek immortality. You may not believe it, you probably don't want to. There's this fear of death that permeates through this society. A fear that I …

Again, goodybe

I made the funeral early this morning, and though it wasn't easy to attend, I'm glad I made the drive. For those of you who hadn't heard, my ex-wife informed me that her grandmother passed away during heart surgery Friday evening. She was 70 years old. Brenda - Nanny to her grandchildren and just about …

The unexpected goodbye

It's late, and I'm going only on about a couple of hours of sleep. I just didn't sleep much last night. It was just one of those nights. Tonight, I had hoped to get to bed early and get some much-needed sleep, after doing a little writing, of course. Life, however, intervened. A little more than …

Flash Fiction: Time

I'm astounded by the capricious nature of Time, how it ebbs and flows much like the waves of an ocean against the beach. At times it's gentle as it caresses the coast like a besotted lover, and at other it wreaks havoc like a jealous cuckold, destroying everything in it's path. Time, I fear, has become …

Short Story: Recycled

Blake sometimes wondered why the company required them to work in such a sterile environment, considering what they did. Before entering, they were required to bathe, ensuring no contaminates would enter the facility. Then they put on a sterile one-piece jumpsuit which covered them from the neck down to their feet. White rubber boots were …

The long week ahead

Today is Friday, and this is my last day off until next Saturday. I hate working long stretches. Hell, I hate working, period. No, let's be positive. I have a job. It pays me a pathetic wage, but at least it's in a currency that (still) has some intrinsic value attached to it. Tomorrow I'll …

Short story – Harvest Moon

Happy Friday! I've been lazy all week. I never got around to posting anything on Wednesday, and it feels as though I'm no doing anything today. Too bummed I suppose. So instead I decided to put up this short story I wrote. Enjoy and have a great weekend! “You’re so going to get me in …