When  recognition turns to roiling rage, and its flaming eyes pin you to the wall; there’s no escape. The truth has not set you ...

Chapter One – Part One Chapter One – Part Two Chapter Two – Part One   The village sat in an eerie quiet. No ...

Part 1 *** The oracle’s eye sockets were not filled with flesh and veins. Alternatively, where life should have resided, a sickly yellow light ...

Chapter One Jack the Ripper became the name I am remembered by, however; my Christian name was Albert. Named for our matronly Queen Victoria’s ...

Photos courtesy of Sarah Sweeney                 2009 to 2019                                                       The Decade Challenge: Past, Present, And Future    ...

The pendulum swings- delicate life. When goodness usurps, both blades of the knife. Nostalgia-when happiness, seeming so clear yet, soon the non wounded slashes ...

In my life are dogs who give coffee-time cuddles and furry follows. Their bright eyes and wagging tails bring complete joy to my soul.

I always thought that writers had a desk they needed to sit at in order for the ideas to start coming out. I thought ...

Fingertips of day are losing their grip. Pink horizons darken the sound of a saxophone fades. Stars poke through the black curtain like pinholes ...

I dedicate this story to my sweet companion Star, who went to ‘Doggy Heaven’ last week.   It was a rainy Friday night, and ...