Some hauntings demand terror. Others just demand coffee.
Tag: Fiction
Field Notes: Purpose Lost in Room #3
Ever wonder why you walk into the kitchen and forget what you came for? Our alien observers finally explain.
Pale in the Wheat
The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat
The Quiet Among Us
In this town, no one speaks above a whisper — and the quiet watches.
Shadows of Summer
August is ending, the air is cool, and the orchard is full of whispers...
The Last Good Hill
Something is coming—something no roar can stop.
Per My Last Sip
By cup four, Burt was in space, the chicken had wings, and I was sweating coffee. The story wrote itself. I just held on.
The Last Walk
In memory of our sweet Lila.
From Freedom to Fear
One dream. Two lives. For Daniel, the sky was freedom. For Laila, it was a prison made of fear...
A Goose Gone Rogue
Never turn your back on a goose in a top hat...
