Part Twelve Stuarts taps Harry’s shoulder a few times and cries out to rejuvenate him, but there is no response. Finally, he grasps his phone on the bedside table to dial 911. “Hello, what’s your emergency?” a young woman says. “My friend Harry fell in our hotel room, and he will not come to,” Stuart ...

Part One Part Two Content Warning/Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse- If you are in immediate danger, call 9-1-1. For anonymous, confidential help, 24/7​, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE). After she ran away, the rumors flew around him. I didn’t listen to any of them; it would be silly. Rumors are nothing but that, ...

Content Warning/Trigger Warning: Domestic Abuse- If you are in immediate danger, call 9-1-1. For anonymous, confidential help, 24/7​, please call the National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 (SAFE). Part One I don’t understand why she couldn’t listen. When I told her I loved her, she didn’t pay attention. She said she wanted to leave me. How could ...

Part Eleven A gust of wind whips through the room and opens the antique book to page thirty-five. Stuart wipes the dust particles off the top of the page and begins to read. Arthur and I found the double agent drinking a cold beer and wearing purple and gold beads around his neck like he ...

Read more on my author page The sound got closer, and Mark knew it was someone walking toward them by the snapping and shuffling he heard against the ground. Boots? Heavy hiking boots and probably a rather large man, judging by how weighty the gait seemed. As the footsteps approached, he heard whistling. Just a ...

“Of course. This shit would happen to me,” Emilee murmured as she searched through the sand by the burnt debris. “I just wanted a simple life, but here I am.” She found nothing but seashells and a broken beach shovel. Her patience was disappearing faster than daylight. “I don’t even know what color the journal ...

Part Ten The twinkle alarm blaring from Harry’s cell phone awakens them both. Stuart pops his head up and glances around the room. “Time to get up already?” asks Stuart, trying to untangle himself from the blankets. “Yea, it’s one o’clock already. Sorry buddy, no time for snoozing,” Harry chuckles as he wanders to the ...

Trigger Warning: Stalker “Hi, Veronica,” the bartender said as I sat down on the old rickety stool  I had become fond of over the last year, grad school was taking its toll on me.  After being turned down for several jobs, I found myself taking comfort in my good old friend, Jack Daniels. “The usual?” ...

Part Nine Stuart throws his food wrappers in the trash can and drinks the last drop of coffee, then tosses it in the trash can too. Harry and Stuart make their way to the airport’s front entrance, rolling their suitcases behind them. A black SUV pulls up to the curb, and the driver asks, “Are ...

Part Eight Harry and Stuart are boarding the plane. They check their tickets for their seat numbers while squeezing past an older woman with a large leopard duffel bag. After passing five rows of seats, they find their places. Harry stuffs both their suitcases inside the compartment box above the row of seats. Stuart watches ...