House of Mittens – Short Story

Mittens leapt from her master’s lap when he made a funny noise. She ran to the kitchen table and jumped up with a calm demeanor, licking her whiskers. The greasy hands of her master made her feel unclean. Master was making more loud noises when he looked out the clear barrier to the outside. He put his face to the clear barrier. There was a sparkly light coming from the large box place next door. Wispy steam floated into the sky from the large box thing. Her master made the noise, “Fire” followed by “All dead?” Mittens saw her jangly toys, looking untouched and innocent Read More

The Man at the End of the Table – Short Story

Often, I would daydream to forget about all the bad things that were happening. Always hungry, always in pain I couldn’t look at the others at the table because it would remind me of my own stomach pangs. Their faces were just as twisted as mine, wrought with personal anguish and hunger. Was there ever a day where we didn’t wear grimy and disheveled expressions Read More

Signals from the Fading Vale – Part 2 – Short Story

“Get ready for a fast one! You got this.” Cody’s dad arched back and tossed the mini-basketball hard.

He ran back with open arms wanting desperately to catch the ball and impress his dad. The sun was warm and the grass and trees gave off a fresh, springtime smell. All the worries and strangeness from the ham radio disappeared. Cody instead focused his energy on throwing the ball as hard as he could, which flew five feet to his dad’s right Read More

Electra-cuted – Short Story

“Good morning, Faith. Today is National Junk Food Day. Would you like me to order more donuts?” The automated voice chimed when she walked into the room, groggy and bitter.

“No.” Said Faith, sitting down on the couch and yawning loudly. Yesterday was National Broom Day. Could the notifications get any more boring Read More

Falling Apart – Short Story

Mechanical rotors and wires whirred as the arm struggled to bring the coffee cup to Angel’s spongy lips. This would be the sixth time she had tried to get her motor functions to cooperate. One sip of de-ionized battery fluid would have been enough to get her through her day but even that was a struggle. She set the cup on the kitchen counter and would try again later. A sighed played through her throat speaker as the coffee cup tilted sideways from her hand and spilled onto the floor. She knew that she wouldn’t have the energy or motor skills to clean up the mess so she left it there, along with the other liquid spills from the previous day Read More