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…

The last laugh

Black Friday

Help Wanted

A woman scorned

The last stand

Into the woods

Guess who’s coming to dinner

The Midwest: 5 Years after the discovery of magic.

He got up early that morning.

The man knocked on the door.

The room smelled pleasant.

The Magic Corps

“I’m sorry I haven’t been over in a while.”

I woke up to branches scraping the side of the house.

He moved slowly as she watched him.

It all started when we bought our house.

The water drizzled down the tent as the rain let up.

“Is that the last of it?”

I finally got back to my cabin on the outskirts of town. I dropped my bag by the door and fell onto the couch. Just before I drifted off my…

The wind whispered through the trees and the woods were dark.

It was supposed to be the perfect writing day.

“So you think the thing that’s been attacking my cows has been a….”

In the back room of a dimly lit bar, filled with smoke and the smell of old whiskey, there was a poker game among three rather strange…

On second thought we should have just called for a ride home.