Too Short in the House – loving the short story

It's weird to say but I can't really remember just when it was that I fell in love with short stories, or what story it was that did it. For me, the beauty and the sheer art of the short story is that  you must still tell a full story, even if it's just the… Continue reading Too Short in the House – loving the short story

Faceless Angels – a story

Faceless Angels   The blood and tears ran together and met beneath the boy's nose and hung there, above his lip, before finally splashing below to join the growing pool. He knelt before the other boy, two years older, twenty pounds heavier, and not even breathing hard, and watched as the crowd around them shrank… Continue reading Faceless Angels – a story