Jim TurnboinHingedRub-A-Dub-RugLife at 59 Grant Street was a little different as of late. The grind of worry, and of what the future brought, fell by the wayside for a…Jan 9, 2021Jan 9, 2021
Jim TurnboinHingedShutter BugDedication: To my wonderful daughter who turns 14 this Christmas Day. May you always remember where you sit in my heart.Dec 24, 2020Dec 24, 2020
Jim TurnboinHingedThe Fall of HopeA brisk breeze, fluttering leaves across a solitary meadow, and the songs of birds not yet soaring to warmer climates ease my unyielding…Nov 7, 2020Nov 7, 2020
Jim TurnboinHingedAnother Turn of The ScrewHe did was he was told. Every time, no matter what… until he didn’t.Oct 31, 2020Oct 31, 2020
Jim TurnboinHingedThe House at The End of The StreetAmongst every boy there lies a youthful fascination with the unknown.Oct 17, 2020Oct 17, 2020
Jim TurnboinHingedThe 38th RoomJustin Peltin pushed hard on the recliner’s arms as the old chair fell back, popping his head off the headrest (as if offering a payback)…May 2, 2020May 2, 2020
Jim TurnboinHingedReturn of The Skin GodsCaptain Riston Cooper screamed, stretching his right arm across the desert sand, and wished for death. The scorched ground covering this…Apr 4, 20201Apr 4, 20201
Jim TurnboinHingedThe Room Beyond the Black VeilHow he let this man… this perpetrator… this womanizing scoundrel get this far eluded every conceivable consideration as he rounded the…Mar 28, 2020Mar 28, 2020
