A doomed couple argues over the inevitable. A man weeps when he's finally given the structure he's needed. A stilted voicemail over a date that never happened.With a ballast of wit and reality, William Steffey's second published work takes on the abstraction of love and does away with frivolity- grounding the reader in snapshots of fulfillment, heartbreak, and reverie. He and She sidesteps the conventional tropes and is privy to the crevices where real love hides.

An Australian shamaness traveling in the body of a Chicago bartender leads to a surreal rendezvous with a presumed-dead rock star. An OkCupid encounter turns into blissful madness when souls connect over a national tragedy. A bloody accident at a city bus stop gives way to an absurdly rewarding feast.This collection of seven short stories poses the question: What phenomena are occurring under our nose, right now, that appear completely random but are consistent and solid periodic e...

An Australian shamaness traveling in the body of a Chicago bartender leads to a surreal rendezvous with a presumed-dead rock star. An OkCupid encounter turns into blissful madness when souls connect over a national tragedy. A bloody accident at a city bus stop gives way to an absurdly rewarding feast.This collection of seven short stories poses the question: What phenomena are occurring under our nose, right now, that appear completely random but are consistent and solid periodic e...

A doomed couple argues over the inevitable. A man weeps when he's finally given the structure he's needed. A stilted voicemail over a date that never happened.With a ballast of wit and reality, William Steffey’s second published work takes on the abstraction of love and does away with frivolity- grounding the reader in snapshots of fulfillment, heartbreak, and reverie. He and She sidesteps the conventional tropes and is privy to the crevices where real love hides.

Out of nowhere, three weeks ago, I picked up the phone to the sound of his soft, dewy inflection drawing out my name. My knees buckled, inflaming the itch at the back of my neck. He didn't have to identify himself. I knew.This man's hands encircled my hips like so many chains of love.Then he cleared his throat and said the thing: "I have AIDS."

Being the most successful serial killer in New England is not as easy as it sounds. Really. It takes a lot of lying, cheating, and stealing. It also requires way more honesty than you'd imagine.I'm not going to tell you my secrets, because my publisher would probably get sued for publishing a how-to on murder. He doesn't deserve it. Me on the other hand, I'm a whole different kettle of fish.

A dark, lonely road.A driver on the edge of exhaustion.A sudden shape appears in the headlights.No time to react.What he hits turns out to be far more terrifying than he could ever imagine.

New to the world of the living dead? Still hanging onto the shreds of humanity like stink on a corpse? Hey, maybe you should learn a trick or two on how to survive in your new skin. Maybe you should get an advantage over the rest of your competition.Shuffling around waiting for the living to fall in your hands is for the birds. The real up and coming zombies these days have an advantage because they've learned to embrace technology.

When a man loses his son, he is propositioned to do the dirty work of the devil in order to speak to his boy one last time.

Heath, a blond, green-eyed 6' somewhat shy Army Veteran, is driving his truck from the panhandle of Florida to the Smoky Mountains. While en route, he encounters a life-changing situation. This encounter has nothing to do with driving!