The Holy Garrote

Bittenbender wanted more. 2 July, 2089. Hours after sunset. She sped the car along the streets, some barren, some littered … More

Donald’s Morning Star

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

They made coffins. Coffins of every size. Coffins for the small, caskets for the very fat, the last and settled … 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

Happy 4th of July from the Danvers State Hospital Cemetery. Anyways. Head on over to Obra/Artifact to read my short story “Wings … More

The water found her feet, and there was something before and there was something after. She sat on the beach … More

‘You’re the only one who can still make me cry,’ said my wife from the side of the road. No … More