Fiction

Black Cherries

Several years ago I spent two beautiful days with a beautiful friend. I will always cherish that memory. This is a fictionalization of that memory.

Sonic Reactor

I had a quasi-religious experience at a concert; this is a fictional account of that experience.

Central Park

I've always felt that the end of the world will start in New York.

Sacrifice

War doesn't just last one year, or four years, or ten years. It never goes away.

The Pure Blue Ocean

The Web has been a wonderful dream for many, but will it remain so?

An Angel Kissed Me

Never let things get carried away in the living room; especially not her living room.

Four Years of My Life

I spent too much of my life looking for the girl in the party; I didn't spend enough time enjoying the party.

Gloria

Beautiful women can do ugly things, but we still have to love them.

Fading Signals

Typical end-of-days stuff. This story ties in with a much, much longer work that is nowhere near completion.

The Yellow Leaves

An unusual story of Thanksgiving.