Crimson Dawn (Part 3): Rapture

The same smell of copper and echoing drips of blood from Mr. Booker’s farm now filled the church’s nave. The scene was gruesome as they come: Father Jonathan’s green robes ripped open and nailed behind his blackening pierced palms like wings. That encircled star the detective had seen too often lately was carved on his […]

Crimson Dawn (Part 2): Revelation

The room was bright and dark at the same time, but silent more than anything. In front of Patrick Evans was a giant mirror where he could see his disheveled hair, muddy face, and shirt inflated from bandages wrapped around his body like a mummy. He tried not to look at it. He had a […]

Crimson Dawn (Part 1): Rebirth

Thin rays of sunlight poked like spikes over the electrified wall of Perching Tree and twinkled upon droplets of blood thwacking into the mud. A musty decay wafted from the goat’s shredded torso that forced even the seasoned detective to lean back and hold his breath. He shone his flashlight over the corpse. “Well? What […]

The Algorithm

I feel a burning in my eyes and pick up my head for the first time in hours and look towards the window. It’s dark now – it wasn’t the last time I looked. In the fogged rain-covered glass is a ghostly silhouette of my slouched form. There are smudges on the window too which […]


I tossed my keys down on the kitchen table after nearly losing a wrestling match with the door and sighed. What an exhausting week it’d been. I don’t exactly know what my dream first apartment looked like but it sure wasn’t this. I graduated from the University of Delaware last Spring and moved into the […]

The Main Character

Over the past couple years, I’ve taken up reading as a hobby. First, I started out with the classics the way most people do: Pride and Prejudice, To Kill a Mockingbird, 1984. You know, all those books I pretended to read when they were assigned in high school. And after I was done with those, […]

Pleasure Park: Part 2

Makenzie whipped back around to the sound of creaking wood about twenty feet down the track, but the rollercoaster cart had disappeared into the dark. When she looked back towards the stairs, she saw that yellow crooked smile: sharp teeth shining back at her and long muddy black hair covering most of the figure’s face. […]

Pleasure Park: Part 1

The skies darkened over the ominous canopy where the remnants of a structure that once amused now creaked in the wind. It had been visited a number of times since that fateful summer thirty-two years ago, but not for the same reason it once was. Makenzie waited for her friends at the Burger King along […]

The Baba Yaga

The story of the one missing and four hanged boys. Everyone from our small Coloradan town remembers where they were the day they first heard about it. Me? I was there. I’d like to say I went on that camping trip because of my passion for the outdoors or my lust for mother nature. That’s […]

An Arm and a Leg

106,566. The amount of people on the kidney transplant waitlist. 16,894. The average kidney recipients each year. 3,000. The probable number of recipients in the last few months of this year. Numbers are how I earn my living. Numbers are familiar. Numbers are how I make this all bearable. My mother has been on the […]

Still Waters, Deep Thoughts

My radar started going nuts only a couple minutes ago. I finally found the lively shipwreck Davis always said was the best for catching bass. I put hand over hand as fast as I can to spin that stubborn old wheel to the left and reach down to cut the engine at the same time. […]

Warehouse 17

I’ve lived in New York City for all my career, which is somewhere between seven years and eternity. It’s hard to get a decent grasp on time in the city that never sleeps, but what I do know is that my days in the city has been a grind. A grind that blunts your bones […]

A Bloody Study

Professor Wendell began working through his tell-tale signs moments before announcing a sadistic assignment. He’d flick his pen back and forth between his index and ring finger twice – three times if it was particularly devious. “Oh no, there he goes,” I whispered and nudged Frank Scelto, my only friend in the class. Frank looked […]

Frank's Route 66 Diner

Frank’s Route 66 Diner As I approached mile marker 43 in Missouri I subconsciously curled my foot around the top of the pedal. My 2012 Honda Accord sunk towards the ground and purred in a struggle to match my desired pace. The car ripped by the exit too fast to read the signage. Suddenly I […]

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