There are many ways to realize freedom. Here's my story of one woman's path.
Passing - The Bookends Review
Marla folded the last of the towels and slipped them inside a large plastic shopping bag she kept for her trips to the laundromat. She was happy to be leaving. The building, squat, gray cinderblock, ...
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October 28, 2025 at 11:51 AM
There are many ways to realize freedom. Here's my story of one woman's path.
My latest 50-Word Story
NICK YOUNG: The Imprint of Time
It was an autumn afternoon in the park. A gust of chill wind and she turned my way, snugging the collar of her jacket, brushing an errant auburn lock from her forehead, smiling. It was only a fleet…
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October 3, 2025 at 12:39 PM
My latest 50-Word Story
A 50-word story.
HOME
A Saturday stroll in a new town. On a whim, I turned down a sun-dappled side street and came upon a small storefront, its window chockablock with used books. Nudging open the weathered door, I stepped inside to the tinkling bell overhead. In that moment I knew I was home.
HOME
A Saturday stroll in a new town. On a whim, I turned down a sun-dappled side street and came upon a small storefront, its window chockablock with used books. Nudging open the weathered door, I stepped inside to the tinkling bell overhead. In that moment I knew I was home.
September 18, 2025 at 6:36 PM
A 50-word story.
HOME
A Saturday stroll in a new town. On a whim, I turned down a sun-dappled side street and came upon a small storefront, its window chockablock with used books. Nudging open the weathered door, I stepped inside to the tinkling bell overhead. In that moment I knew I was home.
HOME
A Saturday stroll in a new town. On a whim, I turned down a sun-dappled side street and came upon a small storefront, its window chockablock with used books. Nudging open the weathered door, I stepped inside to the tinkling bell overhead. In that moment I knew I was home.
A 50-word story.
FOREWARNED
He harkened to the dove’s cooing in the cool of the morning as the sun winked past the horizon’s lip, and it soothed his soul. Yet, even as he was lulled beyond his life’s cares, he did not see far to the west the first clouds of the gathering storm.
FOREWARNED
He harkened to the dove’s cooing in the cool of the morning as the sun winked past the horizon’s lip, and it soothed his soul. Yet, even as he was lulled beyond his life’s cares, he did not see far to the west the first clouds of the gathering storm.
August 15, 2025 at 12:12 PM
A 50-word story.
FOREWARNED
He harkened to the dove’s cooing in the cool of the morning as the sun winked past the horizon’s lip, and it soothed his soul. Yet, even as he was lulled beyond his life’s cares, he did not see far to the west the first clouds of the gathering storm.
FOREWARNED
He harkened to the dove’s cooing in the cool of the morning as the sun winked past the horizon’s lip, and it soothed his soul. Yet, even as he was lulled beyond his life’s cares, he did not see far to the west the first clouds of the gathering storm.
The wages of sin.
My latest. I hope you'll give it a read.
My latest. I hope you'll give it a read.
Jezebel
Jezebel
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August 7, 2025 at 7:36 PM
The wages of sin.
My latest. I hope you'll give it a read.
My latest. I hope you'll give it a read.
New Story
EMBERS OF MEMORY
Of a summer’s evening we gather around the campfire, laughing and singing the old songs. Most of all we revel in the tall tales about granddad. And as we speak, each in turn with a riotous story, he comes alive once more, his ruddy face beaming in the dancing flames.
EMBERS OF MEMORY
Of a summer’s evening we gather around the campfire, laughing and singing the old songs. Most of all we revel in the tall tales about granddad. And as we speak, each in turn with a riotous story, he comes alive once more, his ruddy face beaming in the dancing flames.
July 10, 2025 at 10:40 AM
New Story
EMBERS OF MEMORY
Of a summer’s evening we gather around the campfire, laughing and singing the old songs. Most of all we revel in the tall tales about granddad. And as we speak, each in turn with a riotous story, he comes alive once more, his ruddy face beaming in the dancing flames.
EMBERS OF MEMORY
Of a summer’s evening we gather around the campfire, laughing and singing the old songs. Most of all we revel in the tall tales about granddad. And as we speak, each in turn with a riotous story, he comes alive once more, his ruddy face beaming in the dancing flames.
NEW STORY
What happens when a Bible-beating man of the cloth succumbs to the temptations of the flesh? I'd be pleased if you'd give my latest a read.
What happens when a Bible-beating man of the cloth succumbs to the temptations of the flesh? I'd be pleased if you'd give my latest a read.
Jezebel, a story by Nick Young
He was a man of the Revealed Word; so Elijah Crimmins put his face to the world. At forty-one, imposing of stature, with a thick mane of prematurely silver hair
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June 27, 2025 at 2:58 PM
NEW STORY
What happens when a Bible-beating man of the cloth succumbs to the temptations of the flesh? I'd be pleased if you'd give my latest a read.
What happens when a Bible-beating man of the cloth succumbs to the temptations of the flesh? I'd be pleased if you'd give my latest a read.
We passed every day, hurrying along the crowded city sidewalk. Each time, I searched her face, hoping for a glance that was never returned. Then one morning she looked my way, eyes softening, lips smiling. I exulted within, until she walked past and twined her fingers in those of another.
June 18, 2025 at 5:01 PM
We passed every day, hurrying along the crowded city sidewalk. Each time, I searched her face, hoping for a glance that was never returned. Then one morning she looked my way, eyes softening, lips smiling. I exulted within, until she walked past and twined her fingers in those of another.
New Story!
Poor, old Shifty. He deserved better.
Poor, old Shifty. He deserved better.
Shifty – BACKCHANNELS
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June 17, 2025 at 7:29 PM
New Story!
Poor, old Shifty. He deserved better.
Poor, old Shifty. He deserved better.
My latest -- the story of a chance encounter, the long friendship between two men and the consequences of racial hatred. I hope you'll give it a read.
Carver
I first met him when I was twenty-four.
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June 7, 2025 at 2:59 PM
My latest -- the story of a chance encounter, the long friendship between two men and the consequences of racial hatred. I hope you'll give it a read.
My latest in fifty . . .
50 Give or Take Story No.1662
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May 27, 2025 at 6:53 PM
My latest in fifty . . .
50 Words
“Don’t you dare pick up that dirty thing!” she scolded, jerking my hand away. Chastened, I walked on home with her after school. “How about that?" Dad marveled the next evening from his easy chair. “The nickel that guy found on the sidewalk? Paper says it’s worth fifty thousand bucks.”
“Don’t you dare pick up that dirty thing!” she scolded, jerking my hand away. Chastened, I walked on home with her after school. “How about that?" Dad marveled the next evening from his easy chair. “The nickel that guy found on the sidewalk? Paper says it’s worth fifty thousand bucks.”
May 17, 2025 at 7:20 PM
50 Words
“Don’t you dare pick up that dirty thing!” she scolded, jerking my hand away. Chastened, I walked on home with her after school. “How about that?" Dad marveled the next evening from his easy chair. “The nickel that guy found on the sidewalk? Paper says it’s worth fifty thousand bucks.”
“Don’t you dare pick up that dirty thing!” she scolded, jerking my hand away. Chastened, I walked on home with her after school. “How about that?" Dad marveled the next evening from his easy chair. “The nickel that guy found on the sidewalk? Paper says it’s worth fifty thousand bucks.”
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May 13, 2025 at 6:51 PM
Be prepared to be inspired when you read "Watercolor" by @youngnick.bsky.social in Issue 32 Spring 2025 of the #SFWPJournal! buff.ly/ieM4HJR
A story in just 50 words. My latest . . .
Shades
Too cool.
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May 10, 2025 at 1:43 PM
A story in just 50 words. My latest . . .
When you hear a would-be king (and now, apparently, pope) and his subordinate prevaricators yammering about "fake news," consider the scores of journalists killed and the hundreds more imprisoned around the globe during the past year for working to tell the stories that must be told.
May 3, 2025 at 2:43 PM
When you hear a would-be king (and now, apparently, pope) and his subordinate prevaricators yammering about "fake news," consider the scores of journalists killed and the hundreds more imprisoned around the globe during the past year for working to tell the stories that must be told.
I hope you'll give my latest story a read . . .
Watercolor — Santa Fe Writers Project
By Nick Young From her earliest memories, Laura Bishop had been entranced by summer flowers. Every year, behind the small clapboard farmhouse where she lived with her mother and father, the hillside ...
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May 3, 2025 at 10:07 AM
I hope you'll give my latest story a read . . .
Grifter-in-Chief . . .
Inside the Trump family's 100 days of presidential profit
Trump's inner circle is leveraging its proximity to power through scores of ethically murky business ventures.
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May 2, 2025 at 12:36 PM
Grifter-in-Chief . . .
The moral of this chilling tale of mine -- be careful who you piss off.
I hope you'll giver it a read.
I hope you'll giver it a read.
Malédiction by Nick Young - The Stygian Lepus
It would not be found on any tourist map, but ask the locals; they could tell you. In the dark heart of St. Martin Parish, east of New Iberia by a handful of miles as the heron flies, lies Bayou Lafou...
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April 21, 2025 at 6:20 PM
The moral of this chilling tale of mine -- be careful who you piss off.
I hope you'll giver it a read.
I hope you'll giver it a read.
A dying Vietnam veteran struggles to reveal a long buried secret that's haunted his days. Hope you'll give it a read . . .
Nick Young
HUE, ‘68 He’d been really quiet for days, since the trip to the doctor’s office. Who could blame him? The x-ray didn’t lie. No need for a medical degree to understand what the gray spots scattered …
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April 15, 2025 at 8:42 AM
A dying Vietnam veteran struggles to reveal a long buried secret that's haunted his days. Hope you'll give it a read . . .
THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
Each night the scene is the same. The house is shrouded in silence and darkness, the curtains drawn tight against the world. As he looks, he often wonders what pain, what sorrow, what loneliness haunts the person within. What is her struggle? Does it mirror his own?
Each night the scene is the same. The house is shrouded in silence and darkness, the curtains drawn tight against the world. As he looks, he often wonders what pain, what sorrow, what loneliness haunts the person within. What is her struggle? Does it mirror his own?
April 13, 2025 at 9:52 AM
THE MIDNIGHT HOUR
Each night the scene is the same. The house is shrouded in silence and darkness, the curtains drawn tight against the world. As he looks, he often wonders what pain, what sorrow, what loneliness haunts the person within. What is her struggle? Does it mirror his own?
Each night the scene is the same. The house is shrouded in silence and darkness, the curtains drawn tight against the world. As he looks, he often wonders what pain, what sorrow, what loneliness haunts the person within. What is her struggle? Does it mirror his own?
I narrate my eerie short story "Encounter." I hope you'll give it a listen!
EPISODES | Lunatics Project
The Lunatics Radio Hour podcast deep dives into the history of horror and the craft of modern day storytelling. Listen to all epsiodes here.
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March 24, 2025 at 9:31 AM
I narrate my eerie short story "Encounter." I hope you'll give it a listen!
"The Crip," my story of one man's struggle with alienation, is included in this magazine's handsome inaugural issue. On page 24, if you please.
Read the Latest Issue | Scribeworth
Read the latest issue of Scribeworth Magazine - a literary magazine for poetry, fiction, and non-fiction of emerging and established writers. Support our literary mission.
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March 21, 2025 at 8:41 AM
"The Crip," my story of one man's struggle with alienation, is included in this magazine's handsome inaugural issue. On page 24, if you please.
Coming Thursday . . . my story "The Crip" in this inaugural issue.
March 17, 2025 at 1:45 AM
Coming Thursday . . . my story "The Crip" in this inaugural issue.
MR. HOLLOWAY
He lived alone, beloved by everyone, waving and smiling at each neighbor, giving candy to all the children. When he wasn’t seen for few days, Officer Bryant paid a house call. Once inside the rambling old Victorian, he spotted the dark stain on the carpet before he saw the gun.
He lived alone, beloved by everyone, waving and smiling at each neighbor, giving candy to all the children. When he wasn’t seen for few days, Officer Bryant paid a house call. Once inside the rambling old Victorian, he spotted the dark stain on the carpet before he saw the gun.
March 10, 2025 at 10:23 AM
MR. HOLLOWAY
He lived alone, beloved by everyone, waving and smiling at each neighbor, giving candy to all the children. When he wasn’t seen for few days, Officer Bryant paid a house call. Once inside the rambling old Victorian, he spotted the dark stain on the carpet before he saw the gun.
He lived alone, beloved by everyone, waving and smiling at each neighbor, giving candy to all the children. When he wasn’t seen for few days, Officer Bryant paid a house call. Once inside the rambling old Victorian, he spotted the dark stain on the carpet before he saw the gun.
ANNALS OF PRODUCT SAFETY
I always read the warnings. In the case of our new washing machine, the instructions are never to add "explosive substances" to the water.
I always read the warnings. In the case of our new washing machine, the instructions are never to add "explosive substances" to the water.
February 19, 2025 at 4:45 PM
ANNALS OF PRODUCT SAFETY
I always read the warnings. In the case of our new washing machine, the instructions are never to add "explosive substances" to the water.
I always read the warnings. In the case of our new washing machine, the instructions are never to add "explosive substances" to the water.