Even in deep space, that first cup of coffee is a big deal.
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.
I entered a contest again. Here's the story, about a man and a girl on the subway.
I am now a prize-winning author! Here's the story that won.