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Stuff I Wrote
Flash Fiction & Short Stories

Port Kittanning


Tales of an Uncanny City

Meander was already tired of this conversation. “Is there any way I can get you to go away?” he asked.

In Port Kittanning there lived a very old woman named Pearl.



Faeries, Foxes & Faraway Lands


Elijana gave up for the moment. All right then. She was going to have a picnic with a talking bear.

If anyone would accept a motherless girl and her oversized dog, it would be the Fair Folk.

Cold Hard Type


Typewritten stories anthologized by

                 Loose Dog Press 

Two days ago Kieran disappeared.

When she saw the typewriter, she knew there had been a mistake.

He woke, and when he woke, as always, he woke hungry.

The devil drained his glass and licked his lips. “That was delicious,” he said.


Lesser Gods


From the gods who sit in grandeur,

   grace comes somehow violent. 



The tree was old, but not as old as the soldier lying at its roots.

The tree was old, but not as old as the soldier lying at its roots.

Your Uncle Martin and I were twins.

Afternoon. Deep afternoon. Long afternoon. Too deep. Too long.

Then he saw it. The Deer. The Deer Man. The ungodly Deer Thing standing beside an old oak tree. 

It was her fourteenth birthday and she was pretty sure she was going to have a baby.

+ Trigger Warning: violence, child abuse

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