The Fictional Works of Jordan C. Larsen

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...

"Derek!" Cammy squealed excitedly over the phone. "I just won tickets to see Irony in concert!" "Are you kidding ...

Darryl the deliveryman walked up to the house and rang the doorbell. This was his last delivery of the day and he was anxious to get back ...

“Are we ever going to get serious?” she asked abruptly. “Serious?” he asked. “Babe, what do you mean? We already share this sentence. That...

“Morning, Marie.” “Morning, Dave.” “Bit of a cold morning, isn’t it?” “Well, it’s a bit early still, but yeah, it’s much colder than I...

Fernando poured a cup of coffee and passed it to Britta. She accepted the cup happily and breathed in the aroma. It was a cold, winter morn...

Dear Host, I wanted to thank you for finally letting me free.  You have so many tricks to keep me locked up that I was surprised that I...