The Twins of Darkness and Good

The sign is broken. Parts lie on the ground splintered and splattered with blood. What remained of the rotting stomp in the ground was cha...

It’s winter, whatever that means in a place where the temperature never varies by more than a double handful of degrees, and I’m out beyond...

Horace Jones chewed his lip as he rode the elevator up seven floors to his Manhattan apartment. At the door he hesitated. Was it really ove...

Walking into the house again after five years, it still smells exactly the same. You still use that lemon and vanilla brew on the stove to ...

Two straight lines of unwanted waifs stood at military attention by their cots. Matron L. R. Rus’ heels clicked as she marched down the row...