Flash Fiction

Fiction

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...

Two Scoops

When the man ran into Applebee's yelling “Help me, help me,” no one got up to help him, and Norman Fletcher just shoveled another spoonful o...

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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