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The Man

This piece of flash fiction is an adaptation of a chapter that appears in a novel I’m writing. George pressed into the late afternoon with his twin brother Bill at the forefront, a crippled knight mounted on his stainless steel steed. Somewhere in the distance, a car alarm sounded futilely. His neighborhood in Anaheim was … Continue reading "The Man"

His Domain

This piece of flash fiction appears in the July issue of The Wagon Magazine. A gust of frigid night air blew past James as he wound through the park, making him shiver. Like a dream, only he knew he wasn’t asleep. The world was unnaturally quiet and still. There was only the wind, sighing like […]

Thread

It was with her for as long as she could remember, a thin golden thread of light that tugged at her as if she were a hooked fish. She had no idea where it came from or where it lead. She only knew that it was always pulling, that with every passing year the tightness […]

A Father’s Encouragement

“Come on, son. You can do it.” “No, Daddy. I can’t. It’s too hard.” Conall pushed, slammed into the invisible wall with as much force as he could muster, and still he wasn’t able to break through. “Help me.” “This is something you have to do yourself.” “Help me!” Couldn’t Daddy see it was too […]

Jeremy

This piece of flash fiction appears in the June issue of The Wagon Magazine. Jeremy glanced down at his hands, hidden beneath the table on his lap. A moment later he closed his eyes. It was happening again. Tiny beads of sweat popped out of his cheeks and forehead. He could feel the pressure mounding. […]

Tainted Eyes

They say you can see it first in the eyes, a blue tint in the whites like colored contacts. A day or two later the madness sets in. Nobody knows what it is or where it came from. If they’d had more time to study it, maybe they could have figured it out. Now blue […]

The Last Heir

Tien walked along a grassy plain, bathed in moonlight. In the distance stood a ruined castle, the final defiant cry of a long ago age. Once a fortified structure crafted by the greatest of rulers, it was now nothing more than a weathered collection of broken walls and battered gates. Tien approached the drawbridge, face […]

A Web of Ink and Paper

Giles sits in a corner near the back, donning a dark fedora. He watches as a man enters the coffee shop and places an order for a grande Americano, waits for the man to hand over his money and receive his change, follows the man with his eyes as he makes his way to a […]

Illustration #1 for “Rite of Passage”

I have great news! The artist I’ve been working with to illustrate my soon-to-be-published short story, Rite of Passage, is nearly done with the first picture. Above is a partial reveal to whet your appetite. Want to see the whole thing? Join my mailing list by submitting your email address directly below this blog post. […]

Taxi

Steve stood by the side of the road, arm extended. He was hailing a taxi. The street was filled to capacity with tricycles and jeepneys, all of them honking their horns and spurting plumes of dark gray soot into the air. He’d never seen anything like it, not until his first trip to Manila last […]