Stories

When he came to, the man was sprawled face-down over a bed of rough rocks. A sound drifted away, familiar ...

            Despite his vocation, Titus Gondelbert had no fondness for corpses. Every Sunday there was a new batch: cut down from ...

Nobody has been up here except me for three months. Save the night ones. Nobody wants to be up here, ...

Erwin Baldridge lived in a run-down house on Caney Creek. Each week he went to Mt. Sterling to buy more ...

I was taking my trash out when a massive sound shook the neighborhood. In the middle of a snowstorm the ...

Jeff’s self-made promise that he’d use his day off in pursuit of relaxation rather than worry, fractured when the roadwork ...

I pulled the van into a side alley. Jimmy met me at the hotel's fire exit, the young woman slung ...

Ben’s partner had been back for three days, and he was still waiting for him to come home. ‘Home’ was ...

Bill Richards wasn’t the type of man to drive aimlessly throughout the city, yet, for the past two hours, he’d ...

AD 1865 It was late morning when Arthur Keane arrived at the brow of the hill and saw the  farmhouse. Aside ...