Justifiable reward.

Saying what needs to be said: Kids are going to die because of this insanity.

New 50-word story . . .

THE ROCK

He had learned his lessons well from sensei Shuryku. So, when he stumbled while trodding the winding path through the woods, he did not give in to the urge to cry out and curse the pain. Instead, he bowed to the rock, offered it his humble thanks and walked on.

When a man cannot run from his past any longer, he harvests the fruit of an unspeakable act.

New story!

A burning desire to reunite with his dead sweetheart is fulfilled -- but at what price?

New story!

As long as it's delivered in a brown paper bag.

Saragun Springs Versatur Circa Quid!

A shocking incident . . . a lifetime of guilt and regret.

I hope you'll give my story a read.

The Crip by Nick Young He stumbled and pitched forward, shooting out his left hand. And though he stopped himself from going face first into the gully muck [...]

He was driven to society's margins. Where would it end?

My new story -- just published.

Consolation Prize He began drumming the fingers of his right hand lightly against the tumbler, its cut glass cooled by the ice and what remained of the bourbon. It was an aimless rhythm that signified nothing save his ...

New Story!

The pain of burying the past.

I hope you'll give it a read.

Starved STARVED is a visceral anthology of modern fiction that confronts hunger in all its forms: physical, emotional, social and existential. Spanning continents and genres, these stories strip starvation o...

My haunting story "Phantasm" is part of this handsome anthology. I hope you'll consider ordering your own copy.

Remembering a genuine Nobel laureate . . .

WINTER CHILL

The evening landscape was crystalline, brittle with cold. But I was content, brandy in hand, before the fire. Then, rapping at the front door. I opened it. There stood a young man clad in overcoat and scarf. “Yes?” “Pardon me. My name is Thomas. I believe you are my father.”

The Kaidankai Podcast A podcast reading fiction stories about ghosts and the supernatural.

I invite you to listen to Linda Gould's interpretation of my macabre tale.

Nightcrawlers by Nick Young (January 2026) The cigarettes winked in quick succession, like two orange fireflies in the deep July night. Hotter than righteous holy hell, it was. That's just the

Happy New Year! Start it with my amusing tale of two guys fishing on a summer night.

For the mystery lover on your list.

Ikon by Nick Young | Soft Union A literary publishing practice based in North America.

The betrayal of a young boy in post-tsarist Russia.

How long can one man keep evading himself?

I hope you'll give my story a read.

Ikon by Nick Young | Soft Union A literary publishing practice based in North America.

A tale of betrayal set in post-tsarist Russia. I hope you'll give it a read.

My latest story. I'd be pleased if you'd give it a read.

There are many ways to realize freedom. Here's my story of one woman's path.

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…

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.

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.

The wages of sin.

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.

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

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.

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.

Carver I first met him when I was twenty-four.

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 . . .