Back in October, I took part in NYC Midnight's Rhyming Story Challenge. Although I made it through the heat stage, I was unable to take...

Back in December, I took part in NYC Midnight's 250 Word Microfiction Challenge. Although I made it through the heat stage, I was unable...

"Once I had a simple friend, who lived a simple life. I'd ask him, "Mate, how do you do it, put up with all this strife?"

On a crescent moon night, When the twilight draws near, In a garden of herbs, The Wantsups appear...

Does a phoenix start anew? Or does it remember why it chose to let the flames accrue and does it softly cry?

"Coiled Spring - Tightly strung..."

​"What sits asleep upon my dusty shelf? Flights of fancy waiting to be flew. A haunted hotelier and eager elf..."