Portents? There were no portents. The thing came in its time with no foretelling. Death and winter had been the dismal tests of my character. My Libby died on New Year’s Day. I wanted to, but didn’t. When Spring rolled …

No windows. No doors. No escape. Compared to other women, I know I’m lucky. I’m the woman who has it all…a devoted husband, a beautiful home, and more money than I know what to do with. For the last ten …

She stood motionless in the kitchen, contemplating her plan of ending him while simultaneously grappling with her conscience. She had plotted and planned this event many times but, somehow she always managed to talk herself out of it. Maybe it …

Surrounded by inky black darkness, it strode forward with long purposeful steps. The mouthwatering qualities of it’s next meal could not be denied. Long ago it had reconciled it’s existence in this world with the purpose of it’s creation. Where …

Finally my appetite was back, I’d gained weight, and was able to sleep again. My last novel was almost the end of me. I realized I could no longer write as the consequences were too great. I looked back on …

A long winding stretch of black asphalt weaves in and out of view through dense shrubbery. Amber leaves glided gently across route 25, faintly reflecting the last rays of the setting sun. Breaking into the sounds of nature, a rusty …

“’TWAS THE EVENTIDE of an autumn day, the merchants closing shop, families gathered to sup ere shuttering eyelids for the night. Hens began a ruckus, clamoring as if some demon were amongst them. And, indeed, one was.” The Storykeeper paused …

There was something on the other side of a wooden fence. He could hear it move beside him, keeping pace with a sweeping rustle. The boy’s gait slowed and he listened, ear pressed to a rough plank. The noise halted …

Abe opened his eyes. He felt her breath on his back and smiled in the comfort that she was still there. He woke several times in the night to reach back and feel her form, her heat, resting against his …