Fiction

Delicate and soft, the most beautiful poppy flower stands before me. Gently swaying in the breeze, her tender face gleaming up toward the sun. 

Jackie O’lantern and Calavera “Cala” Haunts lived on the same street. But you never knew two more different witches. For Jackie was good, always hanging out candy and casting good luck spells. 

Once upon a time, in the early 19th century, there lived a young man named Tim who was known for his wild imagination and love for creating new inventions.

Lily stood stock still in the parlor. Today was choosing day so all the Head Workers were there, studying the wards.

The sound of Wednesday rush hour traffic stumbled into Theo's haphazard apartment. It was a rough experience from all the senses: sight, hearing, smell, and even taste.

Briefing Room, 8:49 AM, 41st Precinct

And then.. And then what he said tapping his pencil on his chin. He was almost done with the story, but just couldn’t figure out how to end it. It could’ve been a happy ending? A mysterious ending? Or maybe just a cliffhanger?

The Witching Hour (short story) 

Lily stared at the other wards at the table. It was strange to think that she would never see them again. Well, she would, but it wouldn’t be the same.

The Line is not what you would call “beautiful,” hence the name. On the inside, merely the opposite. On the outside? It is the eye sore of the world.

1715 Hours. Tom Matt Private Eye’s Office

~Don’t be a Mark~

The Girl

I saw her today and stopped her.  

She has brown eyes. She is the best. My best friend, QQQ-1239. I shifted uncomfortably in front of her.