In the second story I wrote for the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest, President Madison undertakes a mysterious mission to save his city and perhaps even the entire nation!
In the first of two stories I wrote for the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest, a man named Desmond survived a plane crash, but so did something else...something horrible.
Nothing really happens aboard a quiet space station after hours. Nothing at all.
What happens when a super villain is forced into retirement?
Fifty-five times Death set up the board. Fifty-five times Darnell won But what did he win?
A peaceful cabin on a lake. A man with a rocket launcher. What else do you need?
You know those big flying lizards? They have a name. Also, teeth.