Hey! It's a pleasure to announce the newest audio version of one of my short stories: A Mirror's Malice. This story appeared here last...

Once, I found a man dead in the street Covered in frost Darkened by blood I left him for another to deal with. My feet left evidence,...

Bitter January sprinkles Pepper salt-speckled sidewalks In Illinois this year. “The times they are a-changing” Said the man Bob Dylan,...

Bethany carried a box of bathing articles out of the elevator and down the hall to her new apartment, 342. The place was furnished and...

Roots dig into the wasted woman Her years have turned her sour Stems curl up her body, vines restrict her Roots take hold Wasted years,...

When your tears have gone dry But you still want to cry I watch you grab a glass Grab a drink Sob and sputter, mutter, sigh. Long years...

Waste your water, lovely lady Deep in dappled valleys, beneath trees, shady Wet your cheeks and sob so sweet Let longing rest within, and...

Jamryn Darkblood Jamryn was an inquisitive boy. He lived with his family in a small village next to a marvelous timber. He awoke, every...

Loop Clay let the storm door slam on the drunken laughter and the smack of kissing lips as he stepped out into a frosted November. It...