Flash Fiction

Fiction

The Singer

The singer had a skinhead and wore all black. A faded plain t-shirt, Levi 501s, a leather belt, military boots, and leather gloves. His rece...

Amends

Macy’s arm was the first thing I ever stole. Before you get all weirded out, she had a prosthetic arm where the real one used to be. Some pe...

Poetry

The Endeavor

I’ve often wondered what makes life worth living It might have a tendency to change. Like waves Lake Michigan is more accurate than any ho...

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