Sand Castles
There was a man who believed he held the world on a string, but in truth it was the world that held him.
Eight short stories written across a decade — the blog’s story notes live below the shelf.
There was a man who believed he held the world on a string, but in truth it was the world that held him.
The kindling snapped and crackled, warming the brisk air, staving off the cold.
Trust it’s not the end, little brother, but a great beginning.
You meant to leave a few minutes sooner, but you didn’t think mid-afternoon traffic would be this unforgiving.
She hustled through the doors of the café in an attempt to escape an afternoon rain storm.
It isn’t that. It’s different. I really think I’m not meant to be anywhere…
And even as the bright grew dim, the crimson light did not fade from his sky-blue eyes.
I couldn’t help but grin at the firm crunch of the icy crystals beneath my feet.