I was twelve the first time I saw the music man. He was sitting on the curb outside a dive bar in downtown Miami, guitar slung over his...

The quiet in the used car lot was broken by the squealing hinge on the door of a 1951 Ford Country Squire station wagon. A tall man, too...

“Captain Matthews.” “Yes?” “They’ve made the final decision. You’ve been chosen.” “ . . . thank you, Commander.” # The thing about...

Part 2 of 2 of a short story I wrote a few years ago and dusted off for this month’s “In Another World” post. You can read Part 1 here....

Here’s part 1 of 2 of a story I wrote a few years ago and dusted off for this month’s “From Another World” post. Part 2 of the story will...

I examined my image one more time in my full-length mirror. Neatly coifed hair. Pressed, collared shirt and business jacket. Straight...

She sat on the empty merry-go-round, her skinny legs hanging off the edge with sneaker-clad feet trailing through the flattened path of...

The room was set for tea. Two place settings of white china with pale pink roses waited for the diners, one on each end of the long,...

They sat in the same room, but they lived a hundred miles apart. The woman was in her rocking chair, which slowly creaked back and forth....

It was the angry blaring of a car’s horn and the squealing slam of the same car’s brakes as it came sliding to a stop mere inches from me...

Black night shielded him from prying eyes as he stole through the village to the temple, heavy club clutched in the sweaty palm of his...

The tourists have gathered thickly today, Walter thinks. Brightly raincoated little ducklings all huddling under their umbrella mothers,...

He shook the can of spray paint one more time and finished his newest mural with a flourish of red mist that sent a fresh wave of...

Below are monologues from three very different people. Imagine yourself as their friend, and take a seat beside them. 1. Oh! Hello! It’s...