Novelist & Short Story Writer
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 →
Harrison Boyle had his first interview in two months, and he was running late. He felt as though some invisible force was purposely attempting to thwart him at every turn—prevent his arrival. That's how bad the morning had been. He forgot to set his alarm, spilled coffee on his only pressed shirt, stepped in dog... Continue Reading →