The Silhouette Man

The man appeared at the woods' edge backlit by the setting sun, casting a long shadow towards me. I'm terrified of the woods at night and knew there was less than an hour left of daylight; still, I followed when he beckoned me deeper into the trees. He was but an inky silhouette yet somehow... Continue Reading →

Trembling Aspen

Anyone who'd spent the last decade of their life felling trees in the Canadian wilderness would find the forest familiar; to Calvin Ross, it was as comfortable as sipping hot coffee in his favorite recliner. Yet as the fog rolled in and dusk gave way to night's heavy hand, Calvin's spirit filled with trepidation. She... Continue Reading →

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