Stories
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These stories move between fiction, memory, and the strange places where imagination meets truth. Each one follows a different compass — some toward heartbreak, some toward laughter, and some toward the quiet mysteries that live in ordinary lives.
Inside The Mind Of A Pyromaniac
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The Boy At The Endge Of The Sea
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Lines
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Last Connect
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The House Where Sunlight Dies
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The Name Already Knows
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Long Wait at Chincoteage
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The River Between Us
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Members' Story Vault
The public pages hold many of the stories I enjoy sharing freely. But behind this door is the Story Vault, a private shelf for members. Here you’ll find longer works, deeper experiments, and stories that live a little further from the light. Membership keeps the work alive and opens the vault to those who wish to explore it.
The Lightning Flute
Craig never meant to stay in Germany.
When the war ended, most of the Americans rushed home. Ships filled with soldiers eager to forget the rubble and the smell of burned cities. But Craig stayed behind. No one asked him to. No one stopped him.
He simply stayed.
Perhaps it was because the war had hollowed him out. Perhaps because home no longer felt like a place that existed.
Or perhaps it was because the forests here reminded him faintly of Michigan.
The Night We Stole The White Buffalo
The night we stole the white buffalo began with six Indians arguing about whose idea it had been.
By the time the argument ended, they had already stormed the farm, frightened the old ranch hand half to death, and were relieving themselves into the tractor’s fuel tank while shouting war cries.
It had been, given the circumstances, a very successful operation.
The ranch hand, a white-bearded man in overalls, stood beside the tractor with both hands raised as if surrendering to history itself. Penny stood nearby with one hand tucked inside her jacket pocket, pretending it held a gun.
All of them wore red bandannas across their faces.