I wrote a horrifyingly bad story in college that somehow merited a tiny scholarship.  About ten years later, I was awarded a year’s subscription to a now-defunct writing magazine in a contest among readers to create opening lines to novels based on a photograph.

I read comments from writers about how they are constantly haunted by creating stories in their minds.  I do the same thing; whether I am in convenient stores, public restrooms, or my garage, I find myself buzzing with story ideas.  I’ve only recently learned that this is not what everyone else does.

So, I’m posting some stories I’ve written over the years.  I’ll add some periodically, but I’ll only identify the new ones by the date they were finihsed.  Some go back to college–I am officially a story hoarder.