Detective John Sterling waits at a wooden table in Interrogation Room B, located in the darkest and most depressing corner of the Raleigh police department. He’s feeling restless and relies on cigarettes to calm his nerves. He takes a full-flavored cigarette from a soft pack and retrieves a box of matches from the inside pocket…
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An Exclusive Drabble I Wrote Called “The Unlucky Box”
He died from a heart attack in a movie theater, days after the lottery announced his winning the three-million-dollar jackpot. “What rotten luck.” Wait, I recognize the man who died in this article. From the yard sale on Cedar Street. We both bought those luck boxes the kid was selling. “Buy some luck. Open the…
An Exclusive Short Story I Wrote Called “Sick on Styx”
“This kind of sucks,” Matt Elliot told Charon, “when I left the house today, I didn’t think I would end up in your boat going across the River Styx. Matt is sitting on the floor of the ferryman’s thin wood skiff, looking at the dark body of water that takes souls to the realm of…
An Exclusive Short Story I Wrote Called “Blame It On The Rain”
We are intrigued by the weather. Something in our human DNA requires us to have at least two weather apps on our phones at all times to have immediate access to all the local and national forecasts by the minute if necessary. And it’s absolutely wild how anxious we get when those app reports contradict…
A Limited Short Story I Wrote Called “Dreams to Remember”
It didn’t make much sense how we were all suddenly at my mom’s family homestead. The group there was: Tiff, whom I hadn’t seen since high school, my uncle Frank, my Dad, my sister-in-law Rachel, and my cousin Bailey from my Dad’s side of the family. My mom’s brother, Dad, and Rachel being there made…
Stormstrouper Shorts: Three More Flash Fiction Stories
“Finally Found One” My family has stayed on both sides of the beach fishing pier. Weirdly, the pier is about a twenty-minute walk from both sides. I know because I walked toward the pier hunting for shark teeth from both sides. I also look from my beach chair under an umbrella in the sand for…
The Legends, The Natty Neighbor, And The Introduction Of Isabelle (A Story From The Shadow Elm Memoir)
I had the worst neighbors in the apartment complex for a few months in Charlotte. They were of college student age and acted like they had just moved out of their parent’s house as if their parents were demons of chaos and destruction from a hell house. The duo showed up a few weeks after…
Latte for Norma (Short Story Repost)
Heaven knows that working for the hotel sucks. I might as well throw hell in there, also. I never should’ve told them I could work during Fall break. I’m either too much of a pushover or a damn idiot. Only a few places are open on Sunday mornings in Blowing Rock, except for a few…
Stormstrouper Shorts: Three Flash Fiction Stories
“The Fall” “You see, there was this viral video of a smiling polar bear sliding effortlessly across frozen water that made the rounds last fall. I don’t remember who sent me the video, but that bear seemed like the happiest mammal in the world for eleven seconds. You know it snowed two days ago, and…
Enter the Kilt Cat Man (a story from The Shadow Elm Memoir)
A story from the Shadow Elm Memoir. I’ve been a newshound for most of my professional career. Except for one short period, in between writing gigs, I worked a temporary office job doing data entry for some nameless national pharmacy. I’m relatively sure the only reason they hired me was because I could type and…