The Cereal Wish | Part 8
I turned back to the window. The drones hovered only a moment, then toured to the right to spy through another apartment window like hornets trying to find their way into a hive. Some bored dudes in quarantine were probably trying to score a peep show.
Santa's Gift
Ricky stood in the snow with one sneaker untied and his backpack hanging far too low on his back. His breath misted in the frigid December air. He shook, but not from the cold. His mother taught him to layer up, making it almost impossible to catch a chill.
No, his shivers were from fear. A fear he had every year. But this year was going to be different.
Bog Bodies
In ancient times, people were sacrificed to the bog. Now, the souls trapped within bog demand more sacrifices. And if they don’t get them, they will rise, and they will find souls themselves.
The Old Lady's Warning
She’s knocking.
Mystery Spot
Every season is spooky season, in my opinion, and with less than four months til Halloween, you know every little wicked soul is getting amped up for the best holiday. That being said, this here is a story of a strange little shack and several disappearances that will remain unsolved.
Five Days With Kiddos
Got a summer job working with children. I have stories for days.
When I Grow Up I Wanna Be...
I lost my class ring when I was 17. Now, a thousand years later, it has returned to find me a completely different- and yet, the same- person.
The Blessing: A Novel Excerpt
Today Sol will either die or be Blessed with magic. It all depends on the quality of her sacrifice.
Please enjoy Chapter One of my current project, Scorned.
Thirty-One Years
An old bear, kept in a chest, waiting to see his person once again.
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 6
The final horrors await you just inside the door…
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 5
This is what you want, isn’t it? You want to know what I saw in that house. You want me to describe it as though it were like any other organism on Earth. Well, it isn’t. What I saw is like no living creature. It was made out of darkness.
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 4
This was not my mother’s house anymore. But with every room full of her memories, it would always feel that way. I had to shake whatever imprints she’d left behind. I had to remove her from the atmosphere.
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 3
I couldn’t look at Nyla. I couldn’t feel anything but cold all over. The shadow person stopped pacing and stood just behind us. It bent down, long arms spreading wide, resting its clawed hands on the back of the couch.
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 2
He told me he was worried about the old guy inside the house. I felt my stomach start to harden as I told him I was the only one who lived there. “Ma’am, I don’t want to alarm you,” he said. “But there’s someone inside. I can see him moving around through the window. Tall, thin, hard of hearing? He was walking sort of hunched over.”
The House on Deer Creek Road: Part 1
It was the best and the worst three days of my life. It was the best because I felt like a good mother for the first time. It was the best because I was falling in love for the first time. It was the worst because, well, you know why. That’s why you’re here. To know the worst of it.
What A Ride
We are all just playing chess. On a roller coaster. In a hurricane. I don’t know what your plan is, but I want to enjoy as much of the ride as possible. Even if I lose a few pieces off the chess board, I guess it doesn’t matter as long as I can use my brain.
In-The-Dark-Cloud Town Where People Wear Mud
When the people of Gruntings get up in the morning, they roll out of bed and fall right into a mud pile they have on floor. It’s standard in the Gruntings culture to be covered in mud all day long. To be seen without mud all over your body would be like any of us stepping outside to see our neighbor mowing the grass naked.
This is My Mask
You’ll know years before her death that the time was going to come soon. What you won’t realize is how you’ll lose her before she’s actually gone.
The Cereal Wish | Part 8
I turned back to the window. The drones hovered only a moment, then toured to the right to spy through another apartment window like hornets trying to find their way into a hive. Some bored dudes in quarantine were probably trying to score a peep show.
Stray Humans
Shockingly, I was placed on the ground outside. Outside! This had never happened before. My fear washed away and I was overwhelmed by the feel of grass, the way the light touched my skin. I stretched out into the dirt, face down, and breathed as though I’d never breathed before.
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.