Six of my short stories are now online for the world's enjoyment. In anticipation of my printed debut (either at the end of this month or beginning of the next), let us celebrate them home.
"Serenity" (Babbling Of the Irrational)
First person, wildly personal, and probably the one I'm proudest of.
"She Of Underneath" (Not Your Mother's Breast Milk)
Anybody can write about a chocolate chip cookie; try writing about one individual chip.
"Dots Dots Dots" (The Drabble)
Short and sour.
"Golden Now" (Friday Flash Fiction)
I tend to respond childishly to nihilism.
"Henry Is Unwell" (The Broke Bohemian)
I went 0-2 on "Henry" until TBB came through. Each time, the response was the same: "The story is hilarious, but it's not much of a story."
"Hush, Sweet" (Mad Swirl)
I placed myself a comfortable distance away before picking up the pen. The fragments proved too unsettling for the whole.