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Tiny Stories: Dreams of Gingerbread

I don’t dream. I mean, I do dream, everybody dreams, or else we’d go slowly mad. I meant to say that my dreams aren’t dreams, their…

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…

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: 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: 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: 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…

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