In Sunday School Miss Hooker fell out of her big blue chair, too much Jesus maybe, so we helped her up, my classmates and I, as she’s been trying to help us up and out of sin and especially out …
My friend, the billionaire.
What to give him for Christmas?
On the night before, I set fire to his Tesla, and smash every window of his designer home.
Christmas morning, he calls. Comforting him, I insist he celebrate with me. …
Little Katie Deatherage was understandably alarmed when she answered the door at her parents’ home in the country anddiscovered on the doorstep a slobbering, rotting zombie. Zombies sometimes knocked on doors to beg for a handout or a place to stay …
Slim sped down the highway with one hand wrapped around the steering wheel and the other gripping his Colt .45. After careening through a long, sloping, tree-lined turn, he hit the accelerator on the last straightaway before entering city limits. …
“Tessa, what a wonderful surprise.” Art flung open the door and his arms. Tessa smiled her way into his hug. “It’s been too long,” he said as they separated. “Let me look at you.”
Tessa was tall and slender with …
She had become my girlfriend, under conditions: the main one being that I never refer to her as my girlfriend. “So how do I introduce you to my friends?”
She smirked — she was good at smirking; her face, with …
Standing on the porch of my mother’s house, I rummaged through my purse for the front door key. A murmur fluttered the air. I raised my head to catch the sound and saw the curtain ripple in the side-light window. Leaning…
One easy push and the door floated open. The light from their bedroom splayed in a wide V across the living room. Behind her, Mike snuffled in his sleep. Ahead of her, Mike’s cousin lifted his head from the sofa …
I don’t know why the liverwurst made me think of my husband. When I took it out of the fridge, I was really looking forward to one of my favorite sandwiches–Swiss and liverwurst on white toast, with mayo. As the …
Another jolt resonates from the creaking axle and wakes me from a light slumber. It’s hot in the back of the lorry; hot and airless, but at least I know we are on the final leg of our journey. …