Girl who sings to Butterflies
This is the story I wanted to tell. An eloquent urban myth, hearsay, like those, passed on from a friend of a friend or someone who knew...
The Mistake
There’s no such thing as a happy ending. You’re going to die. Maybe not now, maybe not anytime soon, but it’s inevitable. Like taxes. ...
Golden Hour (Final Part 8)
"They called him The Collector," Vincent commented. "You've not really referred to him." There was a rustle of papers as the old editor...
Golden Hour (Part 7)
I felt the needle tear a hole, piercing soft tissue as it punctured a vein in my neck. An immense weight held me down. I screamed, my...
Taking Sarah Home
The inhumanity of man surrounds me, like the stench of decay. Sallow faced, hollow cheeked, and with eyes that have seen too much, I...
Golden Hour (Part 6)
Brad and Joe investigate the van parked near the disused train tunnel.
