Days went by, and still waiting for word from Thelma. I drove to the farm, hoping to see my Uncle Jeb, but he wasn’t ...

A skeleton dances when the front door swings open, drawing my latest customer inside. I go overboard decorating, but this season is the bread ...

Uncle Jeb had a far-off look in his eyes, as if gathering his thoughts on where to start with his missing hand story. Throughout ...

May-Linda woke up to empty garbage dumpsters being dropped at the waste station at the end of the road. It was Sunday, and trash ...

Fitz’s lungs burned as he spun in the shallow, murky seawater. Agony tore through his calf muscles, which ripped beneath the powerful reptile’s vice-like ...

Now unimpeded by cloud cover, the gleaming sun threw waves of late-summer heat down to the still waters in the streets below. Sea birds ...

The morning passed peacefully after Ken left for work. I showered and dressed before I drove out to the house to do more research. ...

Marcus heard Shawn’s mother wailing on the rooftop a few blocks away. He and Fitz paddled steadily in grim silence. The sound of morning ...

The eight-foot alligator had disappeared beneath the sea’s debris-littered surface. Empty soda bottles, plastic bags, and random household objects bumped against one another in ...

My aunt’s actions put me in an uncomfortable situation, and I couldn’t help but harbor a sense of bitterness towards her. It was difficult ...