Sometimes, a germ of an idea will enter my head and plague me for days, but will never progress beyond a germ and become a full-blown infection. As a result, I am often left with obnoxious little fragments of my psyche--teasers which cause warfare between my ego's desire for completion and my id's sheer indolence.
But enough of my psychoses. Occasionally, these fragments become full-blown novels or novellas. This happens about as often as Robert Downey Jr.'s appearances at a rehab meeting. More often, they become short stories.
So, here are some of those stories, categorized by subject. Enjoy.
To Hear Her Breathing
Natasha
My Goddess
Adele
Memory Awakened
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