Raw vulgarities and unspeakable explicatives in a seemingly everlasting anguish, embedded like a cancer in his soul. Β Every unforgiven man has lacked forgiveness and thus has brought the pestilence to his own door. Β In order for one to be forgiven, one must find it in...

Abraham had concluded his business in Abbeville. He had slept extemporaneously since he had arrived, but he was anxious to see home. Β Home was several miles out of town, but it would be an easy walk. Abraham walked everywhere.Β  Transportation for him had been a horse...

When we moved into the house, we called it our home. Β We were clueless as to what forces were living with us. It became apparent rather quickly we were not alone. Β All of the events I am sharing, I do with reluctance.Β  I am not interested...

Chapter 1 β€œFirst of all, Ms. Fitzhugh, I want to thank you for doing this interview for my β€˜Between the Covers’ podcast.” β€œPlease call me Vivian, dear. Ms. Fitzhugh sounds so stuffy!” Randall laughed and took a sip of his tea, β€œOf course. Vivian it is. And if...

β€œYe needn’t think the only folks is the folks hereabouts.” β€” H.P. Lovecraft, The Dunwich Horror β€œEven in this world, more things exist without our knowledge than that with. And the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there.” β€” Judge Holden, Blood...

Chapter 1 Kevin’s stomach rumbled loudly as he sat staring at the bank of black and white monitors in front of him. β€œDude… You hungry?” He slowly turned to his coworker and replied. β€œYes, Lucas. I am hungry. What could have possibly given you the clue?” Lucas lit up...

Chapter 1 The thumping inside my chest pounded in a rapid cadence, not skipping a beat. I swear it felt harder and deeper with every slide of my knee drug across the rough and aging concrete encasement. Both sides of the ledge were separated by the...

We sat stoned out of our minds.Β  Dewey was seeing the ghosts of ancestors.Β  He wasn’t sure if they were actually his ancestors or not, but he was wild-eyed and making cooing sounds like a dove.Β  He was no dove, but he was tall and...

β€œThere must be a God.” I have never been a religious man, yet this, I found scrawled on the top line, several pages in my legal pad. It just appeared - following nine blank pages. The broken parable is in my handwriting, but to be honest,...

Tobey glanced around the bar with a drunken agenda clearly reading across his unshaven face.Β  At this time in the morning, only a few regulars were left in the Painted Quarry Saloon and none of them sober enough to care what burly Tobey had on...

Have you ever woken up from a dead sleep in the middle of the night with a crushing obligation sitting on your chest like a bull elephant?Β  No?Β  Me neither.Β  My sleep is never clouded with vivid dreams or horrific nightmares.Β  To me, it is...

I light another cigarette.Β  My lips, pursed upon the filter, draw the tobacco to ignite as my lungs crowd with smoke.Β  I had quit the habit some ten years prior due to health provocation, which may explain why I choked and wheezed through the first...

β€œTrust me,” Cameron said, smiling at his wife, Diana. She looked back at him no less worried, but he continued to lead her to the basement door. Diana hit the brakes and shook her head, her fingers slipping out of his. Cameron sighed. He looked at...

Our plane cropped over the horizon, the endless woods meandering and covering every inch of land for miles around the forested area, effectively isolating it from the rest of the earth by mountains on almost all sides.Β  Within the bowl-shaped valley of greenery, it was...

The inside of this tent felt like the inside of Carrie’s heart: cold, empty, a place once full of people now deserted. Outside the purple tent she could hear the excited carnival-goers, the BB guns popping balloons, bells dinging whether or not someone lost or...

After lunch, I go back to my living quarters and draw a triangle.Β  Between each corner of the triangle, I write our names out. I am at the top of the triangle.Β  On the bottom two corners, I write Rosie and Kenneth. Rosie and Kenneth hate each...

Shorty Small, a man neither short nor small, sat with his back against a wall in a dingy bar several blocks off Bourbon Street. He concentrated on the front door and sipped on a half-consumed bottle of Nola Blonde Ale. The din of Mardi Gras could...

Henri Greyson heard a mournful howl of wind when he stopped to catch his breath. After a harrowing dash through the forest, he rested his hand against an old oak’s trunk for support. Looking up, bare limbs swayed in the cold fall gusts. Moisture-laden clouds raced...

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