This is a place for all the stories I have written to live and grow old.
Into The Following
As I fall asleep, my body seeps into the soft grass, and I awaken to the lure of dawn, reminded of beauty before I inevitably forget it.
The Way of Water
It never rains here, the pool boy reassures the vacationers. The mountains just north keep the clouds at bay. But the sky is a murky gray, and the guests at Maui’s Four Seasons Resort glance nervously at the clouds. I can feel the atmosphere shift from relaxed to tense; there are murmurings of trouble in paradise.
Pressing Pause
5:43 pm
She heard the wind before she felt it. The low, ominous growl, making the leaves of the nearest oak tree quiver in fright. The warning gave her enough time to stop the flimsy sheet of paper from fleeing just as the leaves were trying to do.