
Trillionaire Number Two
“Oh man, he beat me to it!” my roommate Bryan exclaims as he lounges on the living room couch. “Who beat you to what?” I ask, startled by his sudden…
Little Rooms. Trap Doors.
Little Rooms. Trap Doors.

“Oh man, he beat me to it!” my roommate Bryan exclaims as he lounges on the living room couch. “Who beat you to what?” I ask, startled by his sudden…

I remove my new laptop from the cardboard box and tight styrofoam packing, and carefully unwrap the sealed plastic wrap encasing it. I admire the sleek, brushed metal case that…

My mind wanders to a faraway place as the speaker on stage spins fanciful stories of miracles performed and prophecies fulfilled. “He’s a modern-day prophet,” said my best friend, Dave,…

At three minutes to midnight, the observation window of the orbiting crew capsule shattered into a million pieces, and she was sucked into the vacuum of space, instantly transformed from…

The President of the United States said that a big, beautiful ballroom would be the most secure place to keep people safe. I agree wholeheartedly with his assertion. In a…

In the living room, the TV blares a bouncy kids’ tune that dissolves into a symphony of chaos—her two young sons shrieking as they toss toys and tussle, her hungry,…

Carol peered down the curving lakeside path that disappeared into the dense forest a hundred feet ahead. New to the area, the locals had insisted the five-mile Silver Lake Trail…

I live alone in a one-room studio apartment, with no partner, roommate, or pet to keep me company and ease the crushing loneliness I feel. The room is small, with…

The timer started. I’m doing a 15-minute writing sprint with Keiren Westwood, a writer I follow on YouTube. Now, I don’t have a story or even an idea at this…

I have an addiction It starts as a gentle itch that tickles the corner of my mind, demanding a scratch. I resist — but it persists — and grows stronger…

Trumpty Dumpty sat on a wall Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Trumpty together again

12-year-old Lucy Smith rushed into the living room, clutching her Bible, tears on her cheeks. “Daddy, I’m scared!” “Aww…come here, baby.” She ran to her father’s open arms, and he…