How can you know what perfect harmony is if you’ve never suffered?
It was like that for Adam and Eve, as they strolled through the Garden, bathing in sunlight and fresh air, at peace with all creatures.
Continue readingHow can you know what perfect harmony is if you’ve never suffered?
It was like that for Adam and Eve, as they strolled through the Garden, bathing in sunlight and fresh air, at peace with all creatures.
Continue reading The soul-snatcher glared at me from the dusty street corner with fiery orange eyes, his hands cupped over his mouth because of the early morning cold.
I had been out late that night, and I was returning home a little tipsy.
“Hello there,” he said. “Looking for your fix?”
It was a full moon that night, a bright and powerful moon that beamed blinding light onto the blankets of snow that covered the hills.
Continue readingHere’s a piece of flash fiction I wrote a few years ago about supernatural visions and the fanaticism they may cause:
Continue readingHere’s a piece of flash fiction I wrote a couple of years ago that, I suppose, is semi-autobiographical. It’s about loneliness and the yearning for human connection.
Continue readingI told a friend about this very short story I wrote. She said she knows a psych nurse who has meet quite a few Jesus wannabes in psych wards. The story is about rehab, and the intersection between religion and mental health: Continue reading
Here’s a piece of flash fiction I dreamed up while sitting in bumper-to-bumper traffic one day. Teleportation would be great, right? But I imagine that, if it was made available, it wouldn’t quite go as planned: Continue reading