
100 Words - Graveyard Guard
I love riding my bike through small town cemeteries. There is always something surprising. This time it was a no…
Stuff Tom Wrote Down
I love riding my bike through small town cemeteries. There is always something surprising. This time it was a no…
My uncle was driven insane by a world that could not recognize the genius behind the mouth that could not…
My parents always warned us kids to never go to Harry’s Diner out on route nine. It was a dangerous…
She was out of my league and I was told so by everyone I knew. I didn’t care. They told…
I stand on the shore, at the far end of America, feeding scraps of nostalgia to the sea gulls. The…
We sat on a rock overlooking the putrid pond, watching the swamp gas-colored sunset. It smelled like moldy wallpaper and…