Brandt keeps pestering me to be written, but I keep trying to tell her I need to wait for her story to be more clear to me. We're at an impasse.
Day five is from a story I’ve had in my head a long time but have not yet managed to get it on a page. Maybe some day.
This is my first ever published story, printed at Page and Spine in September of 2015. He hung in about as long as he could, Nicole reasoned. Scott had never been the forever guy. She'd known this the moment he walked into that dive bar. It was the sort of place she never went... Continue Reading →
I really enjoyed Naheem’s story. It grapples with very important, hard issues. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. Naheem is our last great exorcist.When you point this fact out to him, he barely blinks. It is a title he accepts, not with humility or even resignation, but with frustration. “We should... Continue Reading →
Ellie watches her husband from the front porch. He makes a lean shadow against the twilight, his arms outstretched, his heels lifting from the ground and dropping again. The wind rustles the branches of the trees overhead, their limbs picked clean of leaves, their roots bitten with cold. The windows rattleshake inside their panes, a... Continue Reading →
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