Part 3 of the short fiction series, The Mausoleum.
Clara stood awkwardly at the head of the grave, watching her husband. He had finished the hole, and now, standing… Read more The Resurrectionists.
So, there’s a thing that happens around this time of year. It’s happened for the last five years and it’s… Read more Save Our City.
She staggered out through the dry timbers that framed a gaping doorway into the wild night. The wind itself was… Read more In That Hole.
The following is an excerpt from a novel-in-progress. Any feedback you might have is welcome. Barnaby woke suddenly, gasping and… Read more The Hanging of Adlai Grainger.
I have been following the story of Marlise Munoz with sadness and horror over the last couple of months. If… Read more Brain Dead is Actually Just Dead.
I was raised protestant by a catholic mother and a protestant father. I went to church every Sunday, dressed in… Read more How to Ruin Atheism.
The Krampus, for those who don’t know, is a central European Christmas figure… a sort of a bestial demonic creature… Read more Catharsis and Krampusnacht.
The day that I killed the rooster, the weather was miserable. It was forty degrees, windy, and pelting down rain. … Read more The Art of Killing a Rooster.
Roger shielded his eyes from the sun as he looked up into the trees. At this point, the structure appeared… Read more The Tree House.