Short Stories

My collection of unconnected short stories.

Story of the week

Dust of Ages

An elderly couple spend their last few moments together wondering how they can control death just like they've controlled their lives.

The Bus

Small clear squirts of the juice spark out as the person digs their fingers into its skin. She imagines it sitting on her tongue, the sharp liquid making its way down her watering throat.

Syntheanasia

With every breath, soft blue swirls departing from his mouth. Gently at first, but as I watch them they get faster. Rushing from his mouth and smashing gently across my face.