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‘You’re the only one who can still make me cry,’ said my wife from the side of the road. No … More

Spine Call

Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More

You Smell of Smoke

It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More

Miss Apple Votes to Burn

I was wrapped in linens, the ones my father had traded jars of moss for in a desert town years … More

Where Mama and the Hallowe’en Leaves Don’t Be

After sunset, and a dead boy sat in a wicker chair on the porch of his mama’s home. Seeing the … More

Halloween is Upon Us, so Get to Reading…

Hello, whoever is out there, My Halloween tale “The Last Ghoulies of the Season” has been chosen as a finalist … More

Just a Little Light Reading For the Flight

Tart Apples

A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a … More

Rotting Fruit

‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape. The sparrow, who … More

When in August the First We Be

The cycle came back around, started over, and as with magical things, August returned with the wind. A warm wind, … More