Dear Michaela...
_I wrote this story a couple of years ago, for a print publication called "Michaela's Midnight Letters". You can still buy copies online!_ [http://www.ibexa.com/DigitalWuff/Michaela/](http://www.ibexa.com/DigitalWuff/Michaela/) _Anyway, the story had...
Off Balance
By popular demand, a sequel to "Dear Michaela". I tried not to think about it again. I swear I did. But it's like trying to get a song out of your head once it's in there. You find yourself humming it when you're not paying attention to what you...
New Girl
The new girl had been sitting by herself at lunch for at least a week before Sarah became aware. This didn't surprise Sarah's best friend, Tiffany. Sarah had always been the sort of mouse who had a lot on her mind, and often wanted to share it at...
Owl's Nest
I was loitering by the keg holding a plastic cup of nameless beer when I spotted her. I didn't know her name then, but I had seen her before-- she was in my sociology class. Her and about 200 other people, I guess, but she was someone you noticed....
Party politics
(This is a continuation of my story "Nate Loses His Way". Reading that first is suggested but not entirely necessary.) As with everything I post here, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or...
Nate loses his way
Nate blinked out of his half-sleep, partially due to the ache in his neck, and partially because his inner equilibrium told him that the jet had started to descend. He tilted...
Over under sideways down
As with everything I post here, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Please do not read this story if you are under the age of majority in your state or country, or if material...
Red bares it all
As with everything I post here, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Please do not read this story if you are under the age of majority in your state or country, or if...
Red shoots the moon
As with everything I post here, this is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Please do not read this story if you are under the age of majority in your state or country, or if material...
Shadow
The orcs have returned. I can hear them just outside, squabbling and arguing and goading each other into facing me. To rouse me to battle as if I were thralls like them. I did not need them to tell me there were invaders in the mountain. The thing...