I go by Elle Fairchild. I don’t know my real last name. My mother found me on the streets beside a dumpster where she used to sleep. That was twenty years ago. Some old indie folk song is playing in the funeral parlor, a sad song about an aimless wanderer. That was my mom, alright. … Read moreNumber 3773

“No!” cries Katie, her soft blonde ringlets bouncing around her red, tear-streaked face. Tiny fingers curl around the strap of her mother’s purse, pulling it off her shoulder. “Katie! Now, you know better than that,” chides her mother, prying the three-year old’s fingers from the purse. The little girl plops down on the floor of … Read moreCynthia’s Destiny

Today is Saturday. I’m at a picnic table, an empty one, at a park by the riverside. It’s only a park because there are a few benches and picnic tables here. Otherwise, it would only be the river and some grass. It’s odd how one thing can change the entire meaning of something. I’m supposed … Read moreThe Broken Gift

I know this is a dream because I recognize the shade of green. A tingle of anticipation ripples through me, more a mental sensation than physical. Then again, without a physical brain, sensations can’t really be felt. Until they reach the brain, the feelings are only signals. So are thoughts. Would I cease to exist … Read moreShades of Green

The wind rushing through the cracked windows soothed her busy mind. Bills were due and her pockets were running out of spare change. The van drove on, taking her to yet another busted town that did little more than tickle her bank account. They closed the windows, allowing the mindless prattle of her boss and … Read moreThe Pistols

Here’s a story I wrote for an iWriter client awhile back. It’s published on Spark Fiction under someone else’s name because I ghost wrote it, but…eh. Here it is anyway. Lol How wonderful it must be to control your own fate. I’m lost in a daydream when they face me toward the mirror, imagining a … Read moreMarrying Death