Portraits
She is staring at me. Hollow eyes, a subdued smile. A knowing expression. I fidget uncomfortably. How had I gotten here, again? I squint my eyes and send my…
The Last Acrobats
The tattered tent stands on the hill, silhouetted by the full moon. The breeze twists the torn and shredded remnants of a pennant, which once read CIRCUS…
Bad Things
The sign on the general store that read FRESH PRODUCE DAILY began to swing back and forth, pushed by the wind. Its creaks sounded like slow, wheezing laughter…
Keepers of the Dead
No one knows who they are or where they came from. They appear on fields of battle where there are wounded and dying. They are the Keepers of the Dead. Near…
Who Took My Sandwich?
I had a nagging feeling that week; something was awry, but specifics escaped me. I found myself opening the cupboards and peering into the pantry. I didn’t…
Moonrise
I hate fog. When fog rolls in, the nasties roll out and I always end up fighting with some reject from hell that wants either to kill me and eat me or mess me…