Short Stories

Impossible Things

New Short: The Dragon’s Room

Their eyes caught me like DMT headlights. One was an impossible turquoise wave barrel on a sunny day and the other a tahili ginger flower fresh-bloomed in morning dew.

How did they get like that?

I wasn’t sure any of this was really happening anymore. My life, LA, my upcoming leap to Hawaii. I could just as easily be dreaming. And, I knew there wasn’t as much of a difference as we’d like to think. It didn’t matter anyway, right now, I wanted to talk with this person. So I walked. They lit the joint and we talked.

“do you want to know how I lost my arm?” they asked as they passed me the joint.

“well, sure. I mean, I wanted to ask about your eyes, but the arm sounds interesting too,” I said.

“don’t worry, the eyes will make sense when you know how the arm went … if i can tell it well enough … and i don’t know that i can. but I’ll try.

squark pop blow, here we go …

Read it here: The Dragon’s Room PDF

Eat Me

“No, I could never do that. You’re my friend.”

“Look, you have it all confused. I want you to eat me, I’ll like it,” they said.­­

Read it here: Eat Me PDF

Or get it on Amazon for your kindle.

Step Right Up!

The line curled out of orbit — wrapped around and around and around the nearest star.
Souls from all the universes, dimensions, and planes traveled to this planet to wait …
And wait …
And wait …
Each of them had already cashed in their eternal savings to go on The Ride.
They were waiting to get fitted for the body suit they needed to step onto Earth.

Read it here: Step right up! PDF

Get on Amazon/Kindle here.

Fry Sauce: 

Utah loves it.
The world calls it by different names.
Everyone wants to know the Church’s secret recipe.
Of course, ketchup and mayonnaise.
But, there’s something that The Church uses makes their recipe irresistible on store shelves around the world.

Get on Amazon

or Fry Sauce PDF


“It was Ariel’s eighth birthday and time for her first agreement.

The town flowed into the great hall of the temple and filed into shattered pews. As they sat on broken seats, wicked metal dug into their flesh and grated against their bones. Their priest stood chained at the altar, nodding in approval.

Life was not meant to feel good.”

Hello! I took this story down from the Amazon experiment so that I could enter it into a contest.

If you did buy it, it should still be available on your kindle/amazon account.

Either way, you can read the story here: Agreements PDF