Fiction Writings

If the tips of my fingers didn’t fear the frost of an icy bite I’d try and write despite not knowing if she’d found another man to fill the void …

I remember you. Not because I want to. But because I can’t stop.

Despite having just gotten off of the night shift, he had already bought and dropped the acid-dipped cigarette

Slowly, she slips her sweatshirt back on over her head and pulls her sweatpants up her legs.

Mr. Lafayette and his assistant, Shelly were leaving an interview. Mr. Lafayette didn’t do them often. The interviewer had grilled him and pushed his back against the wall. It was …

When you truly like someone, you’ll do anything to get their attention. Even murder.

She wasn’t the most sophisticated or high-class woman, but she smelled like one.