A collection of a few short stories that I've written over the years.
A story to make you think twice before making bad decisions. Inspired by a lost friend.
"Up until the moment you die, you think you are invincible. Turns out, no matter how
strong you think you are, how impervious to the wills of human fate you believe yourself to be, all it takes is a 2009 Honda Accord barreling towards you at 65 miles per hour to change your mind..."
BEFORE YOU GO
If you're haunted by the past, you'll never enjoy the present. A story about learning how to face your innermost demons.
"At precisely 3:31 every winter afternoon, the keeper awoke early to watch the sun set over the fading horizon of the Norwegian sea. It was a sight he had committed to routine, and a tradition he kept solely to himself. He cherished those few solitary moments as the last of the day’s light caressed the savage sea, and, finally, plunged the world into darkness..."
We all think we're sane... until the day we find out we're not. A story about the consequences of first love gone awry.
"Cal Harries liked all of his things in one place.
I was one of them.
He was a dick, Harries, a real sucker for a good heartbreak. The more lives he could
ruin, the better. It wasn’t like I didn’t know that the day I got involved with him. I just never thought it would happen to me..."
TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
A story about pain and regret, and drowning it out to forget, told over the course of end-of-the-year holidays.
"The cobblestone streets that line the Boston alley are thoroughly deserted. The dark sky above threatens rain, and we walk hurriedly towards the Japanese bar we’d been instructed to go to - half to avoid getting caught in a storm, and half because we’re tremendously curious.
'Something,' he had told us, 'will be waiting for you when you get here.'..."
What do you do when you need to hide a secret from an over-prying family? Distract them with another one, of course.
"Your fake boyfriend isn’t really your type. He’s endearing, you suppose, with his one crooked tooth and wire frame glasses, but you’ve always been more partial to built blondes than shaggy haired brunettes.
You and your fake boyfriend took a birthday trip to Prague. Or, at least, that’s what you tell him when you hire him from the library, waving a Franklin in his face..."
When the words on your skin define who you are, what do you do when you have none? A magical tale of facing your past.
"The summer Emerson Moore turned 16, her words still hadn't come in. It was a testament to her life that nothing she had ever lived or done or seen had been of any consequence, a reflection of the uneventful bore that she must have been. This was her theory. Her family ascribed to other views.
“You just haven’t found the right moment,” her mother said. “They just need a little push, that’s all. They’ll come in soon.”
“I think she’s a psychopath,” her sister said, sporting a smile that wasn't entirely a joke..."