Yakov silently begged his arthritic fingers to tie the knots in his sandal in the predawn darkness. A moment later, he struggled up from the simple pallet that made his bed, muttering a quite prayer of thanks to God for the distant cousin who let him use this barely habitable room for a pittance.

Will AI take jobs? I think the answer is "it's complicated." This story dances with the topic.

Today I shall teach you how to type an entire book in one minute.

My apologies in advance to any architects that are reading this. The prompt for his story came from a metaphor that popped into mind when...

What mysteries does this small town tradition conceal? Mrs. Olsen has been a fixture of the small community for as long as anyone can...

What happens when the machines are left on their own?

Here is a writing exercise I did using a prompt from one of my wife's dreams. I used a "Three-year letter to my future self" format both...

Here's more proof of my terrible poetic skills: Do I paint with words, what I cannot write with paint? Do I sit and ponder, or create a...

I'm working on a sci-fi story about a mutant on trial for a murder they may not have committed. It is a bit of writing-as-a-mental-health...

Welcome! I am starting this new site because I'm getting more serious (aka, more regular) about writing and wanted to separate my fiction...