Check out more parts to this story on my author’s page “Have you talked to Anna?” His question was met with an icy stare.  “No, I have not.” They were folding napkins before the retirement party that evening, and so far, they had managed to complete one table. Well, he was folding napkins… Ivy was ...

Above the doorway leading out hung another plaque. It read, “IN THE LAND OF PLENTY, SPARE NOT THE CHILD”.

"You can’t stop, though. The sky is red, their eyes will be red, and you’ll be late. Just like always."

Read the previous parts here: |1|2| 4 Trevor found the interior of Aisling Inn put him off balance as much as the bourbon had. The ceiling reached out at odd angles that canted inward and then out again on its way up to what was presumably the apex of the middle spire. The balcony of ...

Read PART 1 here.   3   The room he walked into was warmly lit with entirely wood furnishings. In the far corner was an old-school looking jukebox that droned out some tuneless grunge song Trevor couldn’t place. A long bar stretched from one end of the room to the other with stools spaced out ...

1   The road stretched out like an infinitely reaching serpent; a monstrosity long dead and half-buried in earth not deep enough to conceal the hideous carcass. On either side of the ancient behemoth lay oceans of corn, dried and brown in the afternoon sun. The fields rolled into hills so that the horizon was ...

Sharp and bitter- the drawing in of breath, the stifling of the vocals as the burn begins to set. Soft and sweet- thirsting lips on hungry skin, a sparking of the embers so the fire can begin. Tingling, spinning- rushes of forbidden sin. Small deaths peaking through the fractures deep within. Drumming, pounding- the beating ...