Short Story

Harmless Phantoms on Errands Glide

All houses wherein men have lived and died
Are haunted houses…

The Woman With Flaxen Hair

They say that men see their lives flash before their eyes—a last, fleeting glimpse of all they have endured…

Cradled by the Waves

The seething, frothing waters below looked cold and gray in the early morning light, the last remnants of the Scottish fog…

Of Things Beautiful and Hated

There is a mountain called Njesuthi that sits above all the other mountains in the region of Lesotho in…

A Rustling Beneath the Window

A rustling, stirring movement in the shrubs beneath the second-floor window.

The Popularity of Jimmy B., B for Buchanan

There are some people who master the art of maintaining wild popularity while still…

The Seething Froth

And then, with a slight roar, the wind picked up and scurried the leaves across the cobblestones, pushing them against the…

Tears, Idle Tears

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Tears from the depth of…

To Love a Son

He wished, now, that he had spoken more to his father. There was a time when they had been close, spending nearly every second…

Death, Or What Have You

There’s a chilling darkness surrounding cemeteries, an emptiness that sucks the life out of your bones and leaves you…