Here are some short stories that I have written.
(illustrated by www.aleson.co)
Maggie Jacques was an inch and a quarter tall. Her husband, Theo, was taller by half an inch, and this extra height gave him the authority to declare that the world was too dangerous for Maggie to face on her own.
On the day Maggie decided to go out alone for the first time in her married life, she opened a hatch in the floor of her home that connected to an abandoned rat’s tunnel. A string of battery-operated Christmas lights, a fortuitous find during one of Maggie and Theo’s past scavenging trips, glowed inside. Maggie threw a long cloth ladder into the tunnel and began to climb down.
For the last four years, Maggie and Theo had lived inside the kitchen cupboard of a trendy Los Feliz bungalow. Neal and Jenna, the young owners of the bungalow, were the size of ordinary humans who bumbled through earth, and they had no clue that if they were to dislodge the crown molding at the top of their kitchen cupboard, they would find Theo and Maggie inside, sipping tea or having breakfast.
(illustrated by Kurt Chang)
Imagine Breakfast at Tiffany’s, rewritten from Mr. Yunioshi’s point of view
I wake up to the sound of Miss Holly Golightly ringing my buzzer, asking to be let in.
The second buzz follows on the heels of the first, longer this time, and growing impatient. It’s early morning and I’m lying on the living room floor—I guess I never made it to the bedroom last night. I start to rise, searching for my glasses beneath the blankets, but then a slender arm pushes me back down on the futon. Ruth.“Ignore her,” she says with her eyes closed. Her lips, smeared with last night’s rouge, nuzzle my bare torso.