Rob’s heart beat faster as he parked his pickup and climbed the steps to the porch. The little red chair sitting in the corner couldn’t be the same one he lost years ago, but he had to ask. It had been his dad’s chair first, then his. Rob couldn’t remember if it was lost by…Continue Reading “The Red Chair”

This was never the plan. Your choice, but my fault – my failure – as certain as if I provided the weapon. Forever my soul will haunt the hallways of regret, closing doors on what should have been. We remain unresolved. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Written in response to the YeahWrite #342 Microprose Challenge: Write a complete story in exactly…Continue Reading “Unresolved”

Jack was tired of hearing from everyone how he should look on the bright side, how he should be thankful that even though he was broken, he was alive. “Screw that shit,” he muttered as he rifled through one of the nearby mounds of semi-dirty laundry that popped up like boils around his apartment since…Continue Reading “Broken”

I can no longer feel my body. I still have one, but I stopped being aware of its familiar boundaries some time ago; perhaps I no longer have need of its restrictive comfort. My mind no longer obliged to the limitations of the light, I release myself to the freedom of the darkness, surprised at the…Continue Reading “Adrift”