Eight Short Stories

Moss Covered Rocks

Life isn’t made up of grand gestures—it’s the small, quiet moments that shape us the most. Moss Covered Rocks is a collection of short stories about women navigating love, loss, and the spaces in between. Some hold on too tightly, others learn to let go, but all of them are searching for meaning in the everyday. These stories are intimate, sometimes raw, and always honest—capturing the weight of memory, the complexity of relationships, and the quiet resilience we carry without even realizing it.

If you love stories that feel like a conversation with an old friend—real, unfiltered, and deeply human—then I think you’ll find something here that stays with you.

Excerpts from Moss Covered Rocks

  • “From the ridge of the cove, three shadowy figures approached the girls’ location. When the three men reached the teenage girls, things became strange. John introduced himself first, and despite his good looks, there were obvious warning signs made visible by a scar running across one side of his face.”

    — Specks of Dust

  • “She had seen a show . . . a documentary about Yosemite, and imagined sleeping outside, under the stars, surrounded by rock formations protecting her from something . . . from the life she didn’t want . . . from growing old and dying without knowing what it was like to live.”

    — The Escape

  • “comforted by the safety of a dark place, she undressed and joined him in the steamy shower, resting her head against a damaged man who held her like a lost child. In that moment, his mutilated body resembled more of what he had been some twenty-seven years ago.

    — Hanna Louise

  • “Within a month’s time, someone vandalized Pattie’s trailer home again. She angrily scrubbed at the dark red lettering spraypainted N-I-G-G-A-R in all caps across the pristine white panels. The paint was faintly visible by the time Pattie went at it a third time with a thick brush scratching and further damaging the exterior. On her fourth attempt, tears streamed across her face, her jaw clenched, her chest heaving, the pull of her lungs gasping for air.”

    — Midwest Trailer Park

Story Snippet

Hang on to It

“It’s hard to hang onto a ghost. They live in dreams, like flickering images blinking rapidly across a wide screen. Sometimes they visit an old stomping ground, the neighborhood café. They hide in a corduroy jacket left behind in the closet, separated by accident from the Good Will donation box. They are letters from decades ago, a yellowed birthday card that ends with “I love you very much”, or pictures from family vacations.

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