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A meditation on the connections between roller coasters, ocean scenery, finding one's place, and long-lost loves. It might feel somewhat incomplete, but that's all there is to it.

The story of a military rescue worker coping with a near-future world gone awry. Something I threw together for the beginning of a creative writing class.

A piece of flash fiction that sort of served as my introduction to a creative writing class. It's supposed to start off like a fakeout for that awful sort of suicide/breakup/going to college story that creative writing classes tend to generate, but it quickly veers into something more glibly ironic.

My entry to the Machine of Death project, though it didn't get in. Story about a reporter who meets a doctor trying to reverse-engineer the death prediction machine, and develops something of an interest in him. I've done a lot more editing (mostly trimming the fat) since the project, so I'm pretty confident the version here reads a lot better than the version I submitted.

This is a short story I submitted to my creative writing class a while back. They thought that it was kind of a sophomoric and uninteresting moral, but I thought it was an ambivalent look at growing up and the influences that people can have on one another.

A story about imaginary friends, ghosts, and mysterious forms of love. May or may not be as cheesey as it sounds.

This was written pretty much as a joke - it's about a costumed hero who runs around my college campus trying to stop anonymous pranksters from setting off spurious fire alarms. Much of the background and most of the jokes will be - at best - hard to follow for someone who hasn't attended one of the Claremont Colleges... but eh, what the heck, I uploaded it anyway. It's not like it's going to get published elsewhere.

A short episode focusing on the relationship between two friends, when climate change brings an abnormal snow to San Jose, California.

Originally a short piece I created for a class final. It's sort of a mini-thriller involving the image of a bleeding rose. The real experiment here is in the prose, which is much thicker than I usually write. It's really meant to be read aloud, and as such it's about as close as I usually get to writing poetry.

Once upon a time, I started writing a novel, and I decided that it would be a good idea to post it on my website in roughly page-long increments. Of course, I forgot to account for the fact that I wasn't actually a very good writer and I wasn't leaving room for editing/rewriting, so the result was not exactly something amazing. There are some things, however, that I do like about it... and perhaps, someday, if I go back and do a lot of editing, it can be "good". But for now, here's a PDF of the very incomplete story - which hasn't been touched in a long time except to fix some embarassing typos.