Jim and Greg Screw Up
{The following conversation took place approximately 7,200 years ago, between Squints-His-Eyes-A-Lot and his brother, Running-Down-His-Leg, as they explored a cave....
Good fences make good monsters
{The following conversation took place approximately 7,200 years ago, between Squints-His-Eyes-A-Lot and his brother, Running-Down-His-Leg, as they explored a cave....
I always came to the market during the “off” hours. Crowds were never my thing since the first vampire incident....
(continued from this story) Jesse glanced at the bakery display window, nearly empty except for some brownish muffins and a...
Lisa’s new shoes squeaked against the laminate floor, echoing like trumpets announcing the coming of a queen. Her procession down...
“Wallace? Where’s that data?” Andy’s voice broke the silence of my cubicle. My boss was really good at pouncing on...
After being herded through the tent flap, I stepped onto the hay covered dirt floor, my nose assaulted by the...
Tamara stood on the sidewalk staring at the building in front of her. She had lived in the ‘Gap all...
“Hey, Bells! Check this out!” Chance dropped and swung precariously back and forth by his knees from the metal bars....
Jesse’s beast of an auto complained one last time, cresting the hill north of Gloaming Gap. The engine swore like...
The rain poured down in sheets outside. Thunder rattled my office window and echoed in my ears. The lights in...