“It’s okay to hate him," Adam explains, wringing his hands together. “I always just assumed you came here because you loved him.”  "So you were listening?" I glance at him, uncertain.  "I—" He doesn't know…

(Author's note: I've been working on this piece for a while now. It was an exploration of grief with a hint of what can come from it. And it's broken down into several different parts.…

(Author's Note: Hello, my lovely friends! I've been wanting to get into short story writing again recently, so here I am with another random little tale. As per usual, I get my short story ideas…

“I can’t sleep.” “And you think I can?” Two claps to the cheeks, and I’m almost fully awake again. The pounding music shakes the floor under our feet, reminding me why I’m still existing at…

(Author's note: as always in my writing, this is a weird one. Take care, as it does have darker themes. This was the original idea for Sonny and the Oarmen's Hollow in the Witch's Easel.…

“They won’t understand the history,” he rasps over the line. “If something starts happening, they’re not going to understand it.” “It’s not as though the house is filled with ghosts,” I answer. “For anyone else.”…

(Author's note: this is another experimental piece. Determine the killer. If you want to add your answer to the comments, feel free!) That practiced smile.  It’s pinned to her cheeks, peeled back over her teeth,…

(Genre: Space Western/Space Opera) “Vent her.” “No, I’m not lettin’ ya.” “Oh? What gun’s ya totin’ then, boy?” His marred cheeks crease with resentment. He likely wishes I was never born. After all, it was…

Atkin, An accident. A mistake. I struggle to find the difference. And so, what does that make an accidental mistake? Is it redundant, or does it take on a new meaning? As I'm about to…