Beyond my fictional biography and stories from the café, I occasionally write up quick, standalone, short stories and poems. After all, the world is just too big and colorful to fit everything into organized little bins.

These flash fictions come in a variety of genres. Some are experimental, some are ideas that came to me over drinks at a bar or waiting in line path the grocery store, and some are barely fiction at all. No matter what you pick up and read, I hope you enjoy.


Shikata Ga Nai, Que Sera Sera, C’est La Vie, Insert Romantic Excuses Here

Ok, disclaimer. The story you’re about to read is not the next chapter of Maybe True, Mostly Metaphor. I know I promised to do a chapter every two weeks. And that lasted all of…10 weeks. Unfortunately, as the title states, Shikata ga nai. It’s Japanese for “it cannot be helped” or, in more prosaic terms,…

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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…

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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,…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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…

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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.…

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