Sometimes in life you got to make appearances. “I'll have the pancake, please, with honey,” I told the waiter.Read More
It looked the same as it was the last time I visited there. Two single beds were the stars of the room, one so perfect in shape as if no human had made contact with it for years. Two pillows and a used blanket littered the other one.Read More
Mrs. Remington sang a jovial tune as she watered her daisies, unaware of the impending doom that would overshadow their bloom. The retired lady boiled a pot of tea in the kitchen, after gardening, and brought a cup of it along with two small club sandwiches outside. She sat on an Adirondack and began her daily ritual: watching her neighbors pass by.Read More
“21 consecutive nights of you being an annoyance,” I told Prudence as we both watched the Rotting Man decay to oblivion in a matter of seconds. Behind us, a group of teenage boys scurried away to find their exit from the abandoned building.Read More
All the lights in the living room turned on as Prudence slid down the stairs. Pontius snapped out of his drunken stupor, bewildered at the sight of strange people in his living room.Read More
Author of I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me and Walden and Hyde (and Other Short Stories).
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