Fiction

There’s a reason Mr. Jensen didn’t go out late at night. And it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that his vision is not as good as it…

Putting aside a proclivity for speaking with his cherished stuffed beaver, Sir Fluffington (think teddy bear), Jimmy was as likable and friendly as any adult you might hope to meet….

On a scale of one to ten, with 10 being the best, the likelihood that she would court management favor would occasionally encroach negative numbers. If it was absolutely necessary…

“Mr. Brenham, how come Russia is at war with Ukraine?” “Patty, you’re supposed to be doing your quiz. And why are you asking a question about world history in math…

HOW CAN WE BE HUMBLE? We are the fastest racers alive on the fastest two-wheeled rocket ships in the galaxy. We need to lean on our brakes to let lightning…

Trinity wasn’t the kind of girl who would readily take “no” for an answer. “Mr. Jones, I really need a raise and besides, I’m the best worker in the warehouse.”…

If pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin, at some point, they may flip. Some of us may consider our personal pain to be greater than others…

There was only one way this would end. That’s the problem with getting backed into a corner. Even though where I was temporarily staying should have been unknown to anyone…

Dear reader, I ask for your forgiveness in advance. We have not properly met, and yet here I am insinuating myself into your thoughts. I wish I could say this…

The first time a coworker called him Burnman, it stuck. He rode a motorcycle, followed football as a religion, drank fast, and had short relationships with a parade of women…