Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell…
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…
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…
Dirt
Mrs. Tooms was in her garden, tending to her winter flowers, when inside the house, the phone rang. She creaked…
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…
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…
Closer to the Window
A preface: The tale before you is a rewrite of a story I wrote in my 5th grade English class. The…
