“The Wendigo” – the November 2018 short story
Martin sighed as he took his seat on his private jet. It had been a…
Continue ReadingMartin sighed as he took his seat on his private jet. It had been a…
Continue ReadingHappy Thanksgiving, everyone. I just wanted to let you know how appreciative I am for…
Continue ReadingDonny took another swig of his vanilla milkshake as he drove the gleaming white station…
Continue ReadingI spent most of Saturday, like most of you, dealing with disappointment, anger, frustration, and…
Continue ReadingOscar raced down the gravely road, his bike tires spitting up tiny rocks and…
Continue ReadingAnita strapped her son into the car seat. He was barely conscious, sliding his tiny…
Continue ReadingThe Demon’s in the Details Max’s breathing started getting faster as beads of sweat began…
Continue ReadingIt was oppressively hot, and between the humidity and the cocktail of sunscreen and insecticide…
Continue ReadingMari looked up suddenly, as the sky lit up with a sickly green light.…
Continue ReadingRudy pulled on his black hoodie and rolled the ski mask up on his head…
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