A Host of Problems

"So? What's the verdict?" "Still can't taste shit," Darren Sinclair replies grumpily. He glugs down half a glass of water then shovels in another forkful of spaghetti.  Evelyn conceals a moue of distaste as she watches the noodles slurp into her husband's mouth. His chewing is louder than usual. Beast-like. Droplets of red sauce fling... Continue Reading →

A Call for Help

When his gas light came on with a ding and small flare of orange light, Lane Malcolm's anxiety skyrocketed. Having your ex-girlfriend text you in the middle of the night that she was broken down and desperately needed your help was one thing; getting turned around on dark, empty backroads while your cell frantically searched... Continue Reading →

Off the Rails

Colton Pike and Tobias Kessler strolled down the train tracks using the rails as balance beams. The air was still and warm, the sun getting low at their backs, sending their shadows sprawling out ahead of them. "How long are we gonna walk on the tracks?" Tobias said, looking over at his best friend as... Continue Reading →

Bent

"Dare," Melanie replied. Sarah looked at me with a sly smirk, then pulled the comic from her backpack and passed it to her. "The ritual is on page thirteen. Good luck." Melanie cautiously grabbed the battered comic, looking around at us suspiciously. "Bent?" she said, reading the cover. "You are daring me to do something... Continue Reading →

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