Fiction – The CJBuzz

A City of Masks

The fight changes when you learn who’s holding the strings.

Some hauntings demand terror. Others just demand coffee.

Ever wonder why you walk into the kitchen and forget what you came for? Our alien observers finally explain.

The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat

They say every town has one quiet place that remembers the dead. Ours is a narrow road with a black crow that never leaves.

In this town, no one speaks above a whisper — and the quiet watches.

August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...

Something is coming—something no roar can stop.

In memory of our sweet Lila.

Never turn your back on a goose in a top hat...