It was 2:48 a.m. when Tim realized he probably should have went out drinking with his friends rather than stay in on a Saturday, one night after staying in on Friday. Bored and unable to reach any of his friends who were too drunk or passed out to use their phones, he grabbed a book […]Read more "Stranger Help | a short story"
A dead deer in the shoulder should always be taken as a bad omen, and a reminder of how in an instant, life can be permanently altered—especially when you fly by the carcass at 94mph en route to New York City from Vermont. Unfortunately for Cal, he was passed out drunk in the passenger seat […]Read more "LSD, New York City, and Halloween | a short story"
“I woke up nude, covered from my neck to my knees with an American flag. The room was dank, frigid, and smelt old. My body trembled from the cold air that had filled the apartment. With the flag draped over my shoulders and pulled tightly around my upper body, I made my way into the […]Read more "About Last Night | a short story"