1. As you step into the apartment, you immediately notice them laying on the couch, fast asleep. Even though the television is still on, you close the door as quietly…
The Lyra was at the corner of 52nd street– a brownstone nook that sat in front of a sprawling park tapestry. The intersection coughed up plumes of exhaust and hardened…
Gwen stood in front of the bathroom mirror, observing the reflection staring back at her. She knew her condition hadn’t been well but was not aware of the extent of…
Prologue Tears streamed down her face with every footstep, the heavy rhythmic thuds a stab in her heart. She strained her ears to catch even a whisper of prayer or…
Ask, and the general consensus would be that no one had time for any nonsense or daydream while the insidious sun still scorched the last frontier of the great west.…
The Time with My Friends I don’t know about you, but personally, friendship is a sacred thing. It is a promise of good times and silly laughter, of memories that…
POV: You’re the hotel clerk. “You stole my chips!” “And what will you do about that?” My eyes swiveled to the source of my next migraine– two brothers locked in…
This story is a work of fiction inspired by the historical mystery of the Flannan Isles Lighthouse keepers’ disappearance in 1900. While certain elements of the narrative draw upon details…