Through a window of the mill Kayla saw a figure approaching on the path by the river. Dried blood caked one side of his face and streaked his homespun shirt. Looking down, he stepped hesitantly as if unsure of his… Continue Reading
I always felt stupid around Ron, but for a long time I didn’t know it was stupid. I thought it was love. When Ron and I met we were both eighteen and freshmen. The meeting was the first mistake, I… Continue Reading
She had known in the end, of course, had climbed into the car with no more ceremony than if we had been going on a picnic. She said she was glad to be out, the fresh air was a joy.… Continue Reading
“You know,” said William, “I bought this axe years ago from that Mom ‘n Pop store down the road. Ran me about twenty bucks, but it’s eaten its fair share o’ wood, and it still holds an edge.” He flicked… Continue Reading
I was dead. Lying on the floor thinking: why me? It seemed so unfair. There were so many things I wanted to do with my life. It was too late now. There was no one to give me the kiss… Continue Reading
Tamas, dark river Bringing the Isis to the London Eye Sailing the skulls of babies out to sea. *** Under the empty stare of the London Eye, in the shadow of Westminster Bridge, two men in Savile Row suits were… Continue Reading
Ricky was very careful when he murdered his Aunt Nikki. He rummaged the house to make it look good, and only took her wallet which he dumped over the east-side overpass where “druggies or feebs” were sure to find it.… Continue Reading