He looked like the hindquarters of bad luck, and that was being kind. Herman Sidney Sullivan appeared to be a man who’d never had a happy moment. He was the Grafton Gazette’s editor and star reporter for a good reason: … Continue reading
I stood there a starving man. I was hungry for food and even more for redemption. Looking into the faces of my family, I saw failure – my failure, as a father, a husband, a provider. Not that they would … Continue reading
Every move hinted at a predatory power lying just beneath the surface as he crossed to the bar, gesturing for a beer. A chill crept down her spine as their eyes met and she recognized who and what he was. … Continue reading
In the darkness, one so thick you could barely keep a thought from being smothered by its density, the voice would come. Visiting nightly, creeping upon her consciousness, gnawing gently upon her rationality until it could no longer be ignored. … Continue reading
Most likely this was not the scenario her father imagined when he’d uprooted her mother and brothers to live a quiet life in the country. Dust swirled on a barren landscape, taken up by an unearthly looking vortex, carried away … Continue reading
Many times I find that when I am developing a character, I need to put myself in their place. I have been working on a project that had me trying to imagine what it would be like to lose the … Continue reading
Jagged thoughts stab at my consciousness, ruthless in their intent to be seen and heard. Sleep does not elude me. On the contrary, I fight against it, waging a battle that is lost before it’s begun. It is a hopeless … Continue reading
Inside a world of hate by `gilad on deviantART I remember learning in school that all men are created equal. It’s a lie. Each of us is as unique as a snowflake. Treating another person with respect has to do … Continue reading