Available: One writer. Slightly used.
Available: One writer. Slightly used. Warranty still good. Greying but no significant exterior dings, scratches, dents, or cracks…
Rise of the Fallen 722nd
Blindsided by an idea, I began scribbling notes of a futuristic war set in the past with the intention of re-imaging it as a zugzwang story…
Tiny Stories: There is a Letter…
In my sock drawer, there is a letter. On a bicycle, there is a paperboy who would write me another letter. In the park, there is a tree under which I…
Tiny Stories: Naiara And The Missing Piece
The Universe expanded just wide enough to allow worlds to form. And those worlds were meant to spawn beings. And those beings were…
Madd’s Fictional Year In Review 2021
At the close of 2021, everyone and their mother is doing a “Year In Review” so I figured why not be a lemming and follow suit? Submitted…
I Walk Alone (a true story)
For as long as I can remember, my mind has been a hornet’s nest of thoughts, worries, stories, alternative timelines in which I live the dream…
12 Plays of Christmas: The Christmas Heart
‘Twas the night before the night before Christmas when a stranger entered a prewar building that in its heyday used to be a ballroom for the…
12 Plays of Christmas: A Treehouse on the Moon
How could Nathaniel Buchanan ever forget that book? The infamous leather-bound Do Not Touch book with the cracked spine that sat on…
12 Plays of Christmas: Home For The Holidays
Alan Mann was a family man. He came from a big family, all his brothers and sisters had big families and he was fortunate enough to…
12 Plays of Christmas: A Letter to Santa
Maurice Weichert never appreciated gifts given to him by strangers as most of them were usually old tat, but once at an office party many moons…
12 Plays of Christmas: Mary Christmas
I looked up and was nearly blinded by a rosy-cheeked, platinum blonde woman bundled in the whitest fur coat in existence—hopefully not…
12 Plays of Christmas: A Gift For Teacher
Some people were destined for a particular profession since birth, such was the case with Margaret Magnussen, never to be addressed…
12 Plays of Christmas: The Gift of the Cooki*
Absolutely skint. That was what she was. After smashing every piggybank and rooting between all the couch cushions, Perlie collected…
12 Plays of Christmas: When The Snow Fell
When the snow fell, a man and woman became lost and wandered into the village where I was born. They were aware of just how fragile…
12 Plays of Christmas: In Service of Elves
I like to walk the park near my home at night, even in wintery weather. Some consider it a dangerous undertaking, I know, and there have…
12 Plays of Christmas: Some Assembly Required
In the midst of a tantrum burst of emotions, Robson stomped into his room and slammed the door shut so hard the picture on the wall to the…
12 Plays of Christmas: A Tin of Snow
Tins were a wonderful thing to me. They were a depository where the things a boy kept precious could be secreted away…
12 Plays of Christmas: Memory Is The Liar That Whispers Fantastic Pasts In Our Ears (a true story…I think)
There’s a story I’m fond of telling, about a girl I met in a park during a blizzard. Sad fact of the matter is I don’t remember what she looked like…
Tiny Stories: Knight’s First Quest
On the twenty-first year of his birth, after proving his bravery and skill at battle, Eldred the squire was called to the dubbing ceremony, where he…
Can You Keep A Secret?
Walton had done the calculations. The building stood twenty-two stories tall which was approximately two hundred and forty feet and his freefall…
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