Gloaming Gap

The horrors of small-town life

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Gwen

Central Market

I always came to the market during the “off” hours. Crowds were never my thing since the first vampire incident. I didn’t trust people as they brushed into me and blocked my exit strategy. I needed to be able to… Continue Reading →

The Offer

Chip Foster gripped his briefcase so tightly, the handle pinched the folds of his palm. He switched the case to his other hand. Tried to calm himself, tried to relax. Today wasn’t going to be good.

On the Dotted Line

I watched as the steam climbed from the plate of meatloaf and mashed potatoes placed directly in front of me. I took a breath in, sighed, and slowly sat down at the front counter. This would be the first meal… Continue Reading →

New Year’s Eve

“Are you ready?” I yelled back at Elizabeth who was behind the counter starting up the second coffee maker. I could hear her sigh. “I think,” she replied weakly. I rolled my eyes. The girl’s lack of confidence had been… Continue Reading →

Christmas Presence

I shuffle through the square, unnoticed, unneeded, irrelevant. I’ve bumped elbows tonight with the elite of the town: the council of elders who run this place – the ones who’ve been here from the beginning, and who think they know… Continue Reading →

Working for the Living

I stared around at the slashed red sparkle vinyl, the chipped cobalt blue Formica and the cracked white wall tile. A quarter of the diner was ruined thanks to a recent bar fight. Alcohol was not what fueled this feud,… Continue Reading →

Confidence

Some guy once said, “There’s a sucker born every minute.” You ask me, they were being nice. I learned how to con from my dad. He would wink at me and say, “Cody, the trick is to learn that everyone… Continue Reading →

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