ZACHARIAH WAS GOING to do this just one time. At least that was what he told himself. He had heard the tales about the ugly English man with the lumpy, twisted face and the horrifying eyes who could make the devil appear in the flesh. His sister…
Ghosts stalk the break-down lanes of the highways up here. Shuffling down the pavement to God knows where. Always alone…
“Take your pick.” Alice nudged identical boxes toward him. Black with black…
Rails deep into a cursed land
Inching closer to your prescribed plans; blueprint in blood red ink, seeing what we beheld with certainty, shame on you, shame on me.We were an…
…among us
In the old backwoods