Turning of Attention
Ella bristled, if only for a moment before slinking to the table. The cup of offered tea was in her hands before Clemens could make sense of the whole scene…
Ear to the Alien Night
I stare at the mirror. My vision fails me, or the surface is too dirty. Leaning, twisting to no avail, I cannot make out my own face. Is it there? Am I here…
Lips Of Blood Poison
_Night time stars fall against the tree Shadowing the horror of the monster, me Closing my eyes I cut skin neatly Soaking up blood so, so discreetly He needed…
Diamonds in the Night: Checkmate
“Do you even know what your father has been up to?” Jacqueline inquired, sending a quick jab to Barbara’s ribs. She could tell she hit a sensitive spot by the…
The Knife
The knife sat there, taunting him. Begging him to pick it up. It glistened in the kitchen lights, winking at him. He reached towards it, hand shaking. He…
Ding, Dong, The Mirror's Dead.
The knife glinted in the light, reflected perfectly in the mirror. It rose slowly, my right hand bringing it to me neck. I could almost feel the cold radiating…
A Life for Retribution
I see the pulpit. It looks so much bigger than I remember. Varnished cedar dad always said as we perched in our pew on Sundays. Me in a corny straw hat and my…
The Camp
10 years ago, Bill and Jackie were taking their son, Atticus, to his first day of the 1st grade when the outbreak happened. Since the worst of the outbreak…
The Hotel Murder Case
The cup was warm; a red lip stick mark was left on the rim of the cup. The bathroom light was left on, with the taps running. Two chairs facing the tip of the…
His Beating Heart
God cuts out his still-beating heart and cups it in Her hands.
Believe
“Believe in Me, and I will show you,” She said, waving Her hand until all was black except for a glowing light that enveloped them both.
The One
“I am the One you love, but do not recognize,” God said, appearing before him and taking his knife in Her gentle hands.
Jesus is coming, look busy....
“He’s coming,” said the voice. “Who?” I asked. “Jesus is coming,” said the voice. I chuckled. I should look busy, then? I laughed. That bumper sticker is…