Short Stories

I have loved stories since I was a child, both the listening and making of it. I’m told that picking my mother’s brain apart with random made-up fables has been a passion since I began talking. Later, when I discovered books, the habit evolved into narrating – loudly and frequently – whatever I read, or building up on worlds and characters once the last chapter was over and done.

The tales here are a collection of such eclectic fireflies. I have a chest full of drawers of them and I pick one out at random to present them to you. Some are old, some new. A few are bold and other’s a bit blue. Read on, gallant reader, read on…

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