All it takes is one bad apple...

Good luck can be bad luck

We don't always get the fairytale endings we deserve, but sometimes it's worse when we do...

Love is never simple

What are people willing to sacrifice for the betterment of others?

The perfect date night...or is it? A 60-second story that ends with a twist.

My new eBook, No Right on Red: a short story collection inspired by the weirdness of New York, is available on Amazon (cue the confetti)....

A man picks up his sister from the airport. A mysterious passenger joins them. Old memories become new and the past doesn't stay buried

A short story about a newly-single young woman who purchases a new plant in place of a boyfriend.

“Did you know more people die every year rolling out of bed than from being struck by a falling object?” Dr. Adler paused for effect....

It was too hot outside—even for the rats, who are subject to heat stroke at temperatures over 95 degrees. Yet there was she, trudging...

“I know he said the timing wasn’t right, that he has a family, a house, a drooling mess of a dog that needs to be bathed three times a...

“Next!” the guy yells from behind the counter. A slight older woman with a messy crop of silver hair waddles forward. “Hello, may I have...

The man left work Friday night a little later than usual. He knew he missed his train, but that didn’t matter; he had nowhere to be....

“So what, exactly, are the submission guidelines?” asked Mr. Roberts. The museum curator stared blankly from across the table. “Well,...

“Stop whining!” She grabbed her son’s wrist and led him down the sidewalk. “You said we could stop for gelato,” he cried. “I said we...

He was almost out of time. God, he thought to himself. Who wrote Beloved? Angelou or Morrison?” He groaned and put his forehead on the...

Waiting was the hardest part of the job. He sat across the street from the restaurant in a nondescript grey sedan. He had been there for...

“Is anyone there?” she shouted as she walked through the front door. The young woman worked late Thursday nights and was always nervous...

“Let me see it,” the boy asked. “No,” she said tersely. “Come on, why can’t I see it?” he whined. “Because you’re too little.”