Fiction

A young man muttered at his bad luck and penniless situation. He frowned all days.
A wise senior...

Tale 1

A little boy was fond of a little girl who was studying next class. They lived in a...

(Author's note: Although a slur is used in this story that does not make it right. Please do not think it...

Somewhere, Someone.
Lee.

At the water’s edge she watched the sky which seemed lower than...

He stood aside a cave within the mountains, gazed upon the skies above, and remembered a voice from his...

Dear Diary #308 Margot, Boho Artist.
Lee

Paint splatters the walls, the floor, skin, and...

Moon Creature Mitch Bensel ©2020
The emergency room filled with injured from an interstate pile up....

The Dolls ..

Mitch Bensel

He woke the same way he did everyday, in a pool of his own sweat...

The Church on the Hill.
Lee.

The church is an old man of a building: it’s whitewashed walls...

Dear Diary #301 The Tide is High.

Margot and I have culled the drift. We’d let the tide of...

Dear Diary #287 Margot Needs.

Margot drinks from a glass half full. Snug on the sofa, she’s curled...

(I wrote this at 4 am while listening to this song and sitting by my window where it was heavily pouring....

Tiger in the dark. I can hear the paws of the great beast treading on my carpet. Silently stalking my...

My story.
I never passed my exams was told I was not going to do the job I wanted. I wrote a few...

Today marks my 43rd birthday, watching a hooker with no name snort coke off my balls. She asked what I've...

Two people standing in the street in Wilmington Delaware.
One asks the other” is this your dog...

It’s fresh outside. The sky is clearest blue, clouds are strangers, with birds stitching across its smooth...