TALES & SHORT STORIES

I have always been one to tell stories. Giving flesh to ideas lets them blossom into characters I can know. My hope is that by sharing some of these stories and ideas, you can know them too.

SHORT STORY ARCHIVE

(A to Z)

  • MT. TERRA HIGH

    ANOTHER SECOND LOST SOPHIA Vapid. The hallway was filled with students of varying stations in life with every veritable food group represented in rare form, and the smells careening about the hallways whisked a putrid concoction of teen spirit and cafeteria food into a heavy invisible mist welcoming all who would enter the halls of…

  • THE UNDEAD

    Forget what you know. Garlic, stakes, sunlight, even beheading. None of them work. The only thing that works against the undead is faith. I don’t mean a cross held up to the face of a dead man with fangs… Although certainly, if you believed it enough, you might convince them enough of it that it…

  • THE BAR

    I sat staring at the two men from across the room. There reflections were visible through the shiny underscore of the bar. It was metal and shined with the all the luminence of the dying neon in the window. Through this strip of metal, I could watch and listen to the conversations of a thousand…

  • THE GARDEN part three

    THE SPIRAL PATH OF TRANSITORY FLOW In a far corner of the world lived a Serpent. This Serpent lived in a garden of wonders and Mysteries, and he took it upon himself to be the proprietor of this garden fashioning everything in it into a vehicle for knowledge and power. All of this, the serpent…

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  • THE GARDEN part two

    THE LAW OF AGE AND KNOWLEDGE Once in the land of time, there lived a woman of no extraordinary beauty or lineage, but of increasing beauty through curiosity. Her love for all things brought her on a walk one day to a garden far away, where she met a strange talking Serpent to whom she…

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  • THE GARDEN part one

    SOPHIA WALKS In a far corner of the world, in the land of Time, was a woman. This woman was not extraordinary by the methods and means of the world that surrounded her, but there was yet something extraordinary about her. As a child, she had about her a curiosity for the beauty of life.…

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