100-word Story   She worked the corner of 44 th  and 12 th so long that it was now “Titty’s corner”. Everyone knew that. Titty was a man-eater, with a stable of clients who appreciated her... endowments. It was a slow night, and she needed a John. Her girls needed to eat. Finally, a worm jumped on her hook. They went to her spot and got right down to business. His hand went right for her tits, feeling her up over her bra. As his hand slid under Titty’s bra, a set of teeth ch

I finished a new short story, On a Bench in Union Square Park. It's a meditation on grief, loss, and regret. This is my second short story of 2026, and more are on the way! I've missed writing short pieces. I hope to have six solid shorts written by the end of the year. Here's a snippet: "I don’t remember whose idea it was to meet at the bench — mine, my mother’s, or my therapist Tonya’s. I suppose it does not matter whose idea it was, not really. It had been a good one, sure

100-word Story   My body lies broken. Shattered into pieces. I don’t know which bones have snapped, but I’m guessing from the pain shooting through my body, it’s more than a couple. I shouldn’t have trusted you. Something in my gut told me not to get in the car, but I did anyway. It was snowing and I needed the ride. Home was only one mile from where you picked me up. Now, my body lies thirty-seven miles from home in a ditch. It’s dark outside and getting darker. I pray someo

A 100-Word Story They used to call him “Chunky”. “Chunk” for short. By the time Freddie Filch, aka Chunk, was ten, he was pushing 200lbs. Kids can be so cruel. Chunk’s Ma said it was a “gland problem”, even though she herself was what neighbors referred to as a “Heffer”. Adults can be cruel. High school came. Chunk grew wider and “Chunk” became “Super Chunk”. Young adults can be cruel. High school went. College came. Chunk went 1,200 miles away from home. Nothing changed. He

A 100-Word Story  I love and hate eBay. Everything I want is there. Everything. I made a list. Over 100 items, toys mostly. Childhood toys. The same ones my mother got rid of while I was at summer camp. She purged them because I was “too old” for them. That wasn’t her decision to make. Star Trek, Superfriends, and KISS Megos. The Dracula! board game. ColecoVision. Atari. Everything. All there for the buying. I buy them all. One by one. A flurry of packages arriving like Chris

Happy Halloween, and happy birthday, Kane! To celebrate Kane's first birthday, you can now read The Little Things: a tiny terror for free...