It sat on a lot. On a concrete foundation poured years and years ago, mazes of cement like outlines for a future. Stakes of iron held it together, and puzzles of timber erected a roof. Windowpanes witnessed Christmas mornings, marine-layered springs, fairy summers, and crisp falls. This grand model wore stains from nail polish and ...

My life has become a living Stephen King novel. Below me are indiscriminate sounds of banging and smashing. The deep, guttural shouts of men float among the chaos. I am trapped in an upstairs bedroom with two dogs who have long since given up. We are no longer surprised when a sudden burst of mechanical ...

There is an old cigar shop on the edge of Cedar Hill Park with boarded windows and doors on the side near the crest. The passersby complain about the eyesore, though the house is unsure of how they or it know about the old cigar shop without signage. Inside the house, the people’s furniture and ...

The light from the lamp flooded over the paper on which she wrote, keeping shadows at bay while the night crept on. Her eyes threatened to shut of their own accord, and fatigue settled into her bones. At times her vision blurred. She found it hard to focus on her task. Every scratch of the ...

“It was a long drive and there’s nobody out here, are you sure this is a good idea?“ My lover looked at me sympathetically as his words filled the silence. “Yes!” was all I said. The car door opened with some resistance. David lifted me out of a black pickup truck and stood me on ...