The New Girl 20: The One Great Night

Shadow told himself no when Cheech knocked. Cheech was our one truly good friend in Wells. He lived right up the hall and would have done anything for us. He was young. Had graduated high school two years early because he was brilliant. His father was rich and wanted as little to do with him… Continue reading The New Girl 20: The One Great Night

The New Girl 7: Milwaukee Part 1

“We’re going,” Shadow said. “She has school,” Rose spat. “We are leaving after she gets out of school on Friday and will be gone until Sunday night.” “You have work.” “I took off. Asked for the entire weekend and Business gave me the time off without complaint,” Shadow said. “I swear that woman would give… Continue reading The New Girl 7: Milwaukee Part 1

Guardian’s War 13: A Lungful of Smoke

Not asleep. Not awake. It’s after two in the morning. Bekah is asleep, and I crawl out of bed unable to fall into a solid rest. I get to the living room and I let Katherine out of her crate and the two of us sit on the couch. I am petting her. I lay… Continue reading Guardian’s War 13: A Lungful of Smoke

Lost Confessions: The Workshop

— 2008 — This is an awesome story! Have you ever  known beyond your smallest doubt that you were exactly where you were meant to be, or doing the thing you were supposed to be doing? That is the story I am going to tell you now. I wrote a book. It is a decent… Continue reading Lost Confessions: The Workshop

Lost Confessions: Living Room 1

It is happening in the living room for god sakes! That is kinda funny if you think about it, lol. He isn’t really scary. He is kinda boring looking. He has short hair and is sort of balding. He is wearing a suit. He has a bag or a briefcase with him. I can’t really… Continue reading Lost Confessions: Living Room 1

The Prince of Darkness

“I can’t. I just can’t. You have to find another.” Shadow was crying. It was 2008 and we were stuck. We had signed up for a writing workshop and paid a hefty sum. The cost of admission included a reading from seven people. Five editors would read the first five pages. They would weigh in… Continue reading The Prince of Darkness

Creature in the Wastes, Part 2

Sunshine filled the room. Adam stood in its light basking in the warmth and the happiness it brought. He turned to his Lincoln Logs sitting in the corner, to the small black and white television sitting in the other and the soft bed, made with pressed sheets and gentle blankets, and he giggled. “I want… Continue reading Creature in the Wastes, Part 2

Smilin’ Jack, Part 4

Darkness and Job’s couch. I was asleep, and though lightning and rain raged out beyond the door, I was safe. Safe from homelessness, safe from starvation. But barely. Job had opened his house to me, had lent me succor from the streets. But I could not work. I was too far gone for that. I… Continue reading Smilin’ Jack, Part 4