web log analysis

Some items on this site may not be suitable for all readers. Individual discretion is advised.

Short Stories

The Trader

Oct 22nd, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

He kept trying to tell her that it was the markets that were nervous, pharm nothing more. He was organized, a planner, anal retentive yet pragmatic.

They were at a French restaurant eating duck when he popped the question, but …



Welcome to the Corporation

Jul 2nd, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

The sign over the door says “Welcome to A-Vix Products.” There’s a picture of a dolphin next to the “x.” Tom wonders what that means as he pulls the door open.

Help Support T21 with your Dollar Donation Today



A Little Piece of Heaven

Jul 2nd, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

​This was not the best of situations Riff had gotten himself into. It was late game and Stronan had revealed the card in his ability slot. The Or’ri were a plural life-form, much like human-sized amoebas. Having this card in …



Practice Makes Perfect; Father Son, Holy Spirit

Jul 2nd, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

There was a house down the street from where the Sweitzers lived that had been abandoned for years. Its windows, ask or those that hadn’t been broken out by teenage boys throwing rocks through them, were now gray from dust …



Comet with a Nasty Tail

Jul 2nd, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

Of course he was lying. He’d always been a liar. I know where and what I’m at, thought Professor Clifton Agnuus, looking out at his first class of the year. What the hell, you can only get caught, and what …



The Prankster

Jul 2nd, 2011 | By | Category: Short Stories

At the grocery store a little boy points at me and says, no rx “She’s fat.”

Help Support T21 with your Dollar Donation Today



Aftertaste

Dec 22nd, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
“You’ve got a father, sure,” she says. “But you’ll always be a bastard to me.”


The House on Bretton Heights

Dec 22nd, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
For nearly a month, from a cliff shoulder on Pressburn Hill, August rain and sun taking turns at him, birds accepting him, Brisque Validarn watched the house on Bretton Heights, watched every movement, change of light, visit and departure.


A Competitive Nature

Dec 22nd, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
She wanted to lose. She was tired of winning.


The Crush

Dec 20th, 2010 | By | Category: Short Stories
It was a game. People in their neighborhood would stop Billy and ask him.