The Girl with Obsidian Eyes

Spirits are real; I know that now. I've also learned that they aren't all evil, either. And the good ones don't like being called ghosts. If spirits were a race (and I suppose they are), then "ghosts" would be the derogatory slang term that makes them all cringe, and it's highly recommended not to upset... Continue Reading →

The Reef

Gene, Darin, and Lonnie leaped into the ocean, flippered feet first; the warm, cerulean water splashed and rippled around them under the Hawaiian sun. "Let's get our snorkel on!" Lonnie said, situating his mask and mouthpiece. "Lead the way, captain," Gene said, readying his GoPro camera. "The coral reefs out here are supposed to be... Continue Reading →

The Farmhouse

Memories become shifting, mercurial things over time, especially those overflowing with emotion. Beautiful recollections become brighter, elevated in our minds, while dark imaginings become increasingly volatile, unstable, like old sticks of dynamite, prone to ill-timed explosions. This is why it took me twenty years to return to the farmhouse. The abandoned house came into view,... Continue Reading →

The Eldritch Queen

The entire neighborhood resented the Daytons on Preston Place. Sure, Sam and Roberta Dayton had been living in Willow Brook Estates longer than anyone else, but did that give them the right to adorn their lawn with that terrible sculpture? The Reardons across the street had named her "The Eldritch Queen," with her blank stone... Continue Reading →

A Date for the Ages

Zach Dennis escorted his date to their table, discreetly wiping sweaty palms on the back of his gray slacks. He had never been so enamored by a woman, nor desperate for someone's approval. She had suggested the restaurant, and it was dark, foreign, yet elegant - as was she. Sorina's eyes were dark pools glinting... Continue Reading →

Koi

"Well, well, well... if it ain't the pee-pee brothers! You guys mess your pants? Running home to your mommy to change your Underoos?" Peter and Philip Price turned to see their childhood tormentor, Trey Coleman, fondling a nerf football in his greasy hands and giving them a menacing stare that said: What? What are you gonna... Continue Reading →

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