Short Stories / Poems

Day 1: After two hundred seventy days hopscotching through space I’ve crash landed on a

I walk through the meadow holding my hands to my sides, the bluebonnets bending on

This story is loosely based on a personal experience during my first year in the

I got the idea for this story during a conversation with a former co-worker of

This story was originally written for a contest that dictated the genre (horror) and had

I wrote this short story for a contest whose writers had to compose a story

I look across our cage as mother comforts my eleven siblings, all younger than me

My day from hell began with the elephant man. He’s the guy who lives above

“Ravi had just worked a double shift and was having trouble keeping his eyes open.”

The soldier named Red gripped his M1 and spat into the snow. “I don’t like