The Inkwell

It was a rainy day, the day that I met her.

The sun rose and began its languid trip around the sky. Its light stretched among the woods, finding hidden spaces, covering others in new…

I’m going to tell you a story.

The drive was long but pleasant.

Christmas is coming.

The man in the black hat was looking for the gunslinger.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?”

The man knocked on the door.

Old Nick was sitting at his desk looking over a section of the list his secretary handed him.

The Devil sat at his desk trying to look busier than he really was. He liked the idea of people thinking he was rising early and grinding…

I wish for wistful days.

Mr. Jenkins sat in his home office in the manor he’d been living in since he was child.

Names are a funny thing.

He got up early that morning.

Call Sign Lucifer

I watched them parade around the truck. Evan approached the back of the restaurant to get a better look.

It was one of those magical days.

A horror story

It was supposed to be the perfect writing day.

The man looked at the house.

Despite the cold night I slept with the window open. It was too tempting to fall asleep to the sound of the water.

The alarm clock was blaring.

The stairway was marked by a series of candles illuminating the chamber with just enough light for me to register where I stepped. I…

The Devil’s assistant was on her computer going over the day’s schedule. It was the beginning of another rather uneventful day.

I finished my coffee and tossed the paper cup into the trash. I tugged on the chain around my neck. It had been itching all morning.

The old car was louder than I thought it would be.