“There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars.”


November 2015

Short Story Series: The Bird

It was the morning of the funeral. She had laid out her best black dress, sensible heels, and dark tights. All dug from the recesses of her closet, because she never wore black. Not for no reason, anyway.

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Thanksgiving in College when You Went to School 3,000 Miles Away: A Love Story

I get the same responses from just about everyone when I tell them I went to school in San Diego:

That’s so far! Did you miss your family?”

“That’s so far! Did you hate your family?”

“Why did you come back?”

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Short Story Series: Rebecca

Rick stubbed out his cigarette, the flaky ash making a dark hole in the makeshift foil ashtray. The glass of whiskey on the table was sweating, leaving a ring mark that Evie would have flipped her lid about in the past. Back when she cared about things like that.

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People say hell is endless. They say it’s our worst nightmare, the face of our darkness. But whatever it is, however it is, I say hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

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