Micro-Fiction, a story about death and desire

Dad humor from a father of six, autism I have lived with my Autistic son now for twenty-seven years. He is “Mildly Autistic, Cognitive...

“Mother flowers! Dog eaters!” George was pacing back and forth by the truck. “How do you want to handle this George, there are six guys...

Micro Fiction, 100 Word Challenge Some said that Kar Doel was a man working through the pain. Others scoffed at the notion. The...

Dad Humor, from a father of six. Money Lessons If you are like me, five off from sixty, then you most likely have heard from a parent or...

Dad humor, from a father of six. Toilet troubles. I went to use one of the bathrooms downstairs where most of the kids dwell. At the...

https://www.tmarkmangum.com/post/darkness-falls Link to Part 1, should be read first. Edvice stood on the bank of the newly formed lake....

Edvice and Jed got out of the truck and walked across the Walmart parking lot. “So much for early bird gets the worm looks like the...

Well, my friends, one week of writing has passed and I am proud to report that I am on track to complete 50,000 words by month’s end.

“Joey, wait please.” “Now what?”

An empty bookshelf sat in the garage with my brother’s thing.

To Say that Sally Well and Growler Ink were made for one another, would be a slight understatement.

“Sanity is beyond me now.” The room was silent, dark, and cold, and the line from Ozzy’s song would repeat in my mind every so often.

Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps, if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn’t want to wake up.

At first, we thought we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to live high, in leisure, and pull our tribe, our families, and our community