Fiction

The Getaway - Woodland Town, Washington: It was about twelve, midnight, moonless and eerie. It was not that…

Never on Sunday: The boy sat on the sand atop the low rocks, staring down into clear lapping water.  He…

I stood in line at the bank like I always do the last Friday of the month to deposit the cash I made from…

Toward the end of my academic studies I began to obediently panic about my future

Chapter Thirteen Sharina had been so embarrassed the previous night that she cautiously crept from her room the…

Someone's out to get FBI agent Pavel Ivanovich. He just doesn't know who. The mob boss he was responsible for…

Jim Tompkins came waltzing out of his flower shop with a large pot of Vultronian zetamen and placed it outside the…

I conceive my tales of corporate crime featuring women in dynamic careers

This is dedicated to all Grandmothers and their Granddaughters, everywhere!

She attracted every good-looking boy each time she entered a new school