A story between Death and his mark, Zoe
I have a friend who asked for a custom story. When it involved her getting into a fight with one of my characters to win the affections of a certain male angel I wrote, I couldn't resist.
“All right boys, it’s time to draw straws to see who gets to orient the new employee,” my boss, Griff, said as he entered the room with five straws in his large, calloused hands. All eyes turned to me. “Nope. No way. I’ve served my time.” I glanced at the faces that surrounded me. The … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Cowboy Up
Sera stretched in the uncomfortable trundle bed and wiped the sleep from her eyes. Her best friend Cheryl was still asleep, a look of confusion on her otherwise peaceful face. “Wow, you must have had an intense dream too,” Sera said. She threw the covers back and padded to the bathroom to brush her teeth. … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Wings
Mark looked at the picture of he and his buddy in their desert camouflage, sunglasses, and goofy grins. He ran a finger over the guy on the right—Micah. He didn’t make it home from that year in the sand. Mark never even got the chance to say goodbye. He raised his can of Budweiser in … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Fireworks