The Shark of Barnesville Island
It was a calm, pleasant Saturday afternoon in mid-June several years ago when the incident happened. Barnesville Island, a fairly...
The Crystal Rose: Chapter 5
Six months. It took every ounce of self-control Vim had to resist bashing his gauze-buried lump of an arm against the bedside, bones...
The Garden Figures: A Poem
As I sat, I was not pondering anything I was only staring at the mantle, counting the objects that I hadn’t touched in years A piece of...
The Long-Lost Desk of my Long-Lost Cousin
“Bye, Mom,” I waved, hopping out of the car. We were at the A2Ice3, otherwise known as the Ann Arbor Ice Cube. “Meet you in an hour!” ...
Esmeralda of Dracosia: Chapter 22
Chapter 22 All the world was numb to her. It was as if Esmeralda’s mind was in a bubble, separate from her body and coherent thought. Her...
Hamzah's Poetry
Echo Life's an echo. If you hurt, You get hurt back. If you shout, You get shouted at. Doing wrong to others, Means others doing...