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“The Wendigo” – the November 2018 short story

Martin sighed as he took his seat on his private jet. It had been a long, trying month, dealing with […]

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. I just wanted to let you know how appreciative I am for all of your support this

Donny took another swig of his vanilla milkshake as he drove the gleaming white station wagon into town. His window

I spent most of Saturday, like most of you, dealing with disappointment, anger, frustration, and the longing for justice. Whether

Oscar raced down the gravely road, his bike tires spitting up tiny rocks and dust in his wake. He

Anita strapped her son into the car seat. He was barely conscious, sliding his tiny arms and legs through the

The Demon’s in the Details Max’s breathing started getting faster as beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

It was oppressively hot, and between the humidity and the cocktail of sunscreen and insecticide on me, I felt like

Mari looked up suddenly, as the sky lit up with a sickly green light. The meteorite streaked through the

Rudy pulled on his black hoodie and rolled the ski mask up on his head so it would pass as