Ah, I see you’ve found my corner of whimsy. Welcome to my fiction page.

I write fictional short stories on Medium, though, I’m slowly weaving out a fictional globetrotting autobiography. How exactly does a fictional autobiography work? Well, you’ll just have to read the first few chapters of Maybe True, Mostly Metaphor on my Medium page to find out.

In addition to the fictional autobiography, I’m sharing some more current stories about my time here at this café called “Stories From the Lost Café”. (Pretty creative title, right?). In this series, each story is a meeting, an exchange, with the denizens who wander in to the bar from all parts of the globe. Did I mention my café is…well, it’s kind of magic, maybe extra dimensional. I don’t really know how it works. But, I don’t want to give too much away, so read the first installment here.

Finally, you’ll find my “Cocktail Recipes” here as well. I like to think of each fiction story I write as a specially crafted cocktail, each with their own flavors and inspiration. “Cocktail Recipes” are my behind the scenes thoughts where I share with you guys my inside jokes, inspiration, and little of the personal stuff that goes into each colorful drink.

The Complete Fiction Collection

Domestication Vacation

My dishwasher was an exotic beach. It was impossible to notice until it happened. It was early in the morning, but not so early that I could’ve blamed any sort of pre-dawn grogginess. Not so early that I could brag to co-workers about how early I wake up and how productive I am. The morning,…

The Lisbon Paradox

A Travel Fiction on Authenticity “In the vast ocean of humanity, there are a few ports where all walks of life can find safe harbo— ” “Vast ocean of humanity?” His friend and travel partner interrupted, “You sound like a nature show narrator, man. That’s not you.” He closed his notebook and sighed. This was…

Your Life’s Work…In One Sentence or Less

You’re on vacation, but it’s a downpour of rain outside.  Just your luck. What was supposed to be a relaxing morning enjoying the outdoors is now a…well, what now? Your fellow vacationers are content to stay in, but you didn’t spend the past year of financial discipline saving up your trip fund just to sit…

The Two Teachers

The professor walked into the café, ordered a drink, and sat down at the window bar with a huff, oblivious to the lone man next to him who was lazily enjoying his drink and watching the passersby on the street in silence. The lone man looked curiously as the professor (at least, his balding head,…

Death in the Morning

A shallow story on thinking deeply He sat by the dew covered window. The fiery summer sun was rising up in glorious fashion, but he paid it no mind. He was oblivious to the majesty of the nature waking up just outside his door. It was mere background setting. His focus instead was on the…

The Clever Painter’s Dreams

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” she tells you with a quick smile, “You’re just not thinking wide enough.” You furrow your brows, concentrating hard on the small painting in front of you. It’s a sardine sticking out of a container with a confusing label on it — and you’re hopelessly lost on what…

100 Years in 1,000 Words

15 July, 1920 Hello. Is that how you start a diar- a journal? This is dumb. This is the worst birthday gift. I am seven years old I should have gotten a baseball mitt like Joe did. Pops got me this journal instead. I think this is a sissy thing. But Pops says that if I…

Cocktail Recipes 2: The Traveller’s Prayer

I wrote the original version of this poem so many years ago that I nearly forgot about it, but could never forget the context surrounding it. This was long before I ever imagined I’d be making money as a ghostwriter or writing fictional short stories for others to read.  I was spending a summer abroad…

The Traveler’s Prayer

If I fell from the sky from a thousand long milesThen would you be right there so to catch me? If I wandered the forests and lost my own path,Then would you be right there so to find me? If I sailed far away to a strange foreign land,Then would you be right there to…

The Cursed Constellations

“Be brave, and don’t hunt the goats…” The campfire roared and crackled as the three kids huddled around. They stared with wide, excited eyes, wondering at the magic of the dancing flames. “Alright, listen up, runtmuffins,” Uncle Eli clapped his hands together and sat down on a large stump. The old, burly mountain man commanded the…

The Physics of Interstellar Loneliness

Seven billion specks of lightScattered o’er a thousand nightscomplex order, intertwineddance to rules beyond our minds Seven billion sky bound beingsFloat, ephemerous, at seaDaunting, though, the distance seems ‘tween each soul, the darkness breathes Seven billion, clockwork neatSpheres that move in perfect syncStars and planets, galaxiesPeople, friends, and family Follow laws that none can see…

The Invincibility Spell

Coming of age at .2 Mach (Drink pairing: Vodka Redbull) He did it. It took a whole year of saving pennies — moonlighting in restaurants, food trucks, anyone willing to pay him a few bucks between his bustling university class schedule, but he did it. He was the happiest 20 year old in the world.…

Cocktail Recipes 1: Making of “Death in the Morning”

(I like to think of each fiction story I write as a custom cocktail with each their own flavors and inspiration. “Cocktail Recipes” posts are my behind the scenes thoughts where I can share with you guys my inside jokes, inspiration, and little of the personal stuff that goes into each colorful drink.) Haven’t read…

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