Little Lambsy Deadsy: A Troll Story
I like the horror genre because it tends to reflect what people are really deep down scared of in that particular place and time. In the 50s, the fear of […]
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The Search
We were up early in the cold. No one talked much. There was only the sound of crying, which you might expect. I wish she’d stop carrying on so, someone […]
Forcing Branches
It all started when he gave her the book. That is what Carol would tell Shandy, if she could. That is what she tells herself. But then, in typical bossy […]
Divorce: A Dog’s Eye View
The house is dark, everyone asleep but the Woman, who is sitting at her open bedroom window crying and sneaking a smoke, a secret she will keep from everyone but […]
No Life Guard On Duty
The summer of the yellow swimsuit she was ten and tall for her age. Skinny as a beanpole, her mother would say, in a way that always made her feel […]
I Have My Mother’s Eyes
I always think about you on father’s day, how you didn’t get a chance to know your daddy. He died when you were just eight. Your few memories of him […]
Cristobel of Tragicstan
She sits at the kitchen table drinking coffee and wishing for a cigarette. It was a stupid wish, because she gave up smoking for the last time a month ago. […]
Sounds of the Night Watch: A Cry In the Dark
Last night I woke suddenly, as if ejected from sleep. I couldn’t see the clock over the vague hump of your blanketed shoulder, but it was the deepest ditch of […]
Finally, Romantic Justice For Little Women’s Jo
Jo belonged with Laurie – we all know it. The Little Women ending that should have been.
Lovely, Dark and Deep: A Path Through Childhood
This is me, walking on the path that I used to walk to grade school every day – a small Catholic school in a small town in southern Illinois. The […]
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