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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 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 […]
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. […]
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 […]
Jo belonged with Laurie – we all know it. The Little Women ending that should have been.
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 […]