The Fictional Works of Jordan C. Larsen

"Haaugh," I say, yawning. Mornings have gotten harder as I've gotten older, though to be honest, they were never my favorite. ...

Mark’s phone chimed. He looked at the caller ID: Client K . He let the phone ring twice more before answering. "Yes?" he answere...

Floyd reviewed the customer's order. Experience had taught him that it was worth the time it took to do a quick proofread before printin...

Brian returned the contents of his jeans' pockets as he walked away from the security detail at the entrance of the courthouse. Since th...

The goat stared blankly ahead—or at least as best as it could with its eyes on the sides of its head—and occupied itself by chewing on some ...

"Hey, Charlie," Ralph said as his coworker took a seat next to him. "Hiya, Ralph," Charlie said, putting his brown pap...

Vrrt! Vrrt! Connor tightened the final bolt on the machine with his pneumatic wrench. After over a decade of researching, prototyping, and...