Fiction Writings

I love you like I love very few. There are moments when you irritate me, but I’m sure I do the same to you.

“We have a 10-16 over on 13 Howard St. Is there anyone who can take the call?”

My body shakes with grief as I stumble through the doorway of my cold and lonely home.

Finally, a moment’s rest, the man thought as he sat down on the toilet…

The fight for Peace

Despite it being mid-day there wasn’t another soul on the road.

81 miles north From a familiar front porch