Not all Flashing is bad. I promise you, you’ll like what I do.
“Oh father,” she breathed. “Look at the sunset. Look at the colors.” This hill was her favorite spot in all the worlds. She and her father had years’ worth of conversations sitting on this exact hill, under this exact tree. Discussions, debates, life lessons, stories, memories. So much had been…
The legend of the sirens was one we’d all heard from a young age. Jason and his Argonauts made sure the word spread quickly through the mariners. Beautiful women with sweetly toxic voices that could lure any man or woman to their death. Knowing about them would not help nullify…
The world turned to ash under the emergence of the dragons. They weren’t supposed to be real. They weren’t supposed to be anything more than a beautiful creature in fantasy stories. They were supposed to stay only in our imaginations. But scientists felt the overwhelming need to make all imagination…
Gods are not created equal. I have never had the supremacy and thunder of Zeus, nor the wisdom and skill of Athena, nor the beauty and allure of Aphrodite. I have never had the power to control weather or any of the elements. I cannot move mountains or tame volcanoes. …
This is going to sound crazy, but I know how to win a raffle every time! I discovered this about ten years ago, when I was trying to win a pair of roller blades from Skate City. We were there for a class party, and stupid Jeanie May would not…
When you’re told as a kid to follow your dreams, they never mention the implied subtext that’s seemingly universally accepted. You can be anything you want to be – so long as it’s universally okay. You can have fame, money, power – but you can’t lie, cheat, steal, or hurt…
I love my ranch. I love the space and the seclusion. I love my animals and my crops. I love that no one bothers me way out here, and I love that I’m free to be myself. I can wear my favorite pair of overalls everyday – the ones that…
I was fuming! I could not believe what that asshat had done now. Though I should have known; all signs pointed to douche-baggery. No one was cute enough to forgive that! I snatched out my ancient P.O.S. cell phone and dialed bestie with shaking hands. It was already ringing when…
I’d gotten used to the barren white walls after only a couple weeks. They were worth it for her. Anything was worth it for her. If I had to wear the same clothes day in and day out and stare at nothing but sterile, desolate white walls to see her…
I had forgotten I’d written these! They were for the Pikes Peak Writer’s Conference competition in 2018 (before I took over, because people got upset that I won every year). But I wrote them out on paper, and hand counted all the words – so I had no soft copies…
