The Final Firs of Christmas

The last Christmas trees in the bin stood gazing around. They were barer by the day, dry as the Gobi, … More

The Sorrow of the Christmas Tree

All dressed in her best baubles and bells, the Christmas tree rowed out onto the still, black lake. She dipped … More

‘Her hair is spindly as threads of dark ocean waves,’ Bodo told the new servant, who grunted, nodded, and dug … More

He felt his eyelids open but there was nothing to see. This was a darkness that transcended darkness. This was … More

My new short science fiction story “Daisy’s Star Map” is now available to read here on Daily Science Fiction! Hope … More

More vomit poured forth from the senator’s mouth, filling the filthy toilet with the afternoon’s lunch break. He sat crookedly … More

Through the window of the Oval Office, the sunlight tried to shine, only to be dimmed by thin curtains, and … More

‘Who did it?! Who signed it?!’ The President stalked the hallways outside the Oval Office. He bellowed again. ‘Who signed … More

My story ‘We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon’ is now on the FIVE:2:ONE Magazine website. http://five2onemagazine.com/can-grow-squash-jon-sean-whiteley-flash-fiction-thesideshow/ Give it a read. … More