Under Liddy’s Shadow

Joe looked up from his porch into Liddy’s shadowy leaves and branches, trying to recall if there was ever a time when she…

Blinded

Sometimes we see what we want to see
Perhaps I’ve blinded myself
Because I don’t want to know
That maybe you don’t love me

Chapel on the Hill #4: The Storm

The Summer had been dry and hot.

Skin Deep

Rethink your wrapper.

Johana was both a professional and a perfectionist when it came to skin care.

The Birds

Birds are singing, melodies of unearthly bindings,
perhaps my ears are muted from half violation, insulation,
they seem the twist as if…

Heart Stings

A 50 Word Story

I listen. There is a buzzing coming from inside the white paper bag.

Drinking in Loved Ones

A Gothic Short Story

The Unicorn Hunters Come Out At Night

The unicorn lay on its side in a ditch, its white body lined…

Not Left Behind

A Flash Fiction

The blood red paint is layered over crumbling plaster like corroded metal and…