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…
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…
Rotting Fruit
‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape. The sparrow, who…
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,…
We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon
In a part of the world where you’ve never been, a meadow glows. With tulips and carnations and lilies and…
Ears Go Deaf, Scarecrow Goes Stuffed
My left ear was clogged. A pressure inside that was uncomfortable, but not debilitating. I had become almost entirely deaf…
Hanako Learns to Count
You can’t will yourself to die. You just can’t. I’ve been trying. Believe me. Sixty years now I’ve been holding…
By Banana Slug Falls
Are you a banana, banana slug? Tell me Do Tell me do I feel my mind, I literally feel it…
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