My rejected Modern Love entry.
One of my more controversial fiction pieces.
Some flash fiction.
Tobias smelled of vodka; it seemed to excrete from his pores. The two kids inching up on his safe haven Continue reading
The other morning, like most mornings, I woke up, well, no, I didn’t. I snoozed. Then, I snoozed some more. Continue reading
For a class of mine, I had to write an alternate ending to Fight Club, which seems pretty daunting because Continue reading