
Knocking Them Down (Horror, 982 words)
This story was originally written for a contest that dictated the genre (horror) and had
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This story was originally written for a contest that dictated the genre (horror) and had
I got the idea for this story during a conversation with a former co-worker of
This story is loosely based on a personal experience during my first year in the
This short story was originally published in the haunted house anthology Shunned Houses (WordCrafts Press,
This is a commissioned article I wrote for the Spring 2021 edition (Prison Escape Thrillers)
“Ravi had just worked a double shift and was having trouble keeping his eyes open.”
I walk through the meadow holding my hands to my sides, the bluebonnets bending on
Day 1: After two hundred seventy days hopscotching through space I’ve crash landed on a
Bill inputs a series of required numeric codes into the sophisticated trap’s keypad then pairs
I wrote this short story for a contest whose writers had to compose a story
Written on 6/26/24, 3:30 p.m., during the 2024 New Orleans Writing Marathon, at ‘The Vampire
Written on 6/25/24, at the New Orleans Police Station on Royal St.in the French Quarter,
Along an English beach she came at hand. Fair maiden in a decade’s mourning gloom.
Watch the soldiers marching proudly by, Quick timing to the sergeant’s keening eye, And climbing
“What’s the drinking game of the week?” the bow-tie wearing bartender asked his lone patron,
This piece was written for a writing contest. My prompts were Romance (genre), hard-boiled eggs
Something in the way he asked the question made Pax frown. “I feel there’s some
Teddy stood at the altar and watched his bride-to-be appear through the beveled double glass
This story is from the fiction contest NYC Midnight. They run different contests throughout the