“If a story is in you, it has to come out.”
-- William Faulkner
Flash Fiction
Save my son.
The plea echoed in Marek’s head, as dark and haunting as the forest through which he stumbled. His breathing labored—as did that of the unconscious child cradled in his arms.
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The doors crash against the wall, and my cryptozoologist father runs in, panting and red-faced. “Mokele, Selma, we have a Code L21! The other teams are spread thin. I need your help.”
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Dion isn’t yet twenty-four hours old, and he’s causing more problems in real life than he does in my story.
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Short Stories
"The Memory of You"
Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I stare at the empty cardboard boxes hungry to be filled with worldly possessions. A week has passed since Mom dumped them in my room. This morning at breakfast, she threatened to leave everything behind if I didn’t finish packing before the movers arrived. Mom never bluffs. I don’t care if all my belongings don’t make it to the new apartment, but I can’t abandon my precious books.
So much for my failed boycott of leaving my childhood home.
