The fog never left that field—and something pale still waits among the wheat
Tag: story
The Crow on Ashfield Road
They say every town has one quiet place that remembers the dead. Ours is a narrow road with a black crow that never leaves.
The Quiet Among Us
In this town, no one speaks above a whisper — and the quiet watches.
Silver Morning
There’s something about the first frost that always makes me pause. The stillness, the breath in the air, the way the garden seems to hold its last bit of color. It feels like both a beginning and an end.
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.
A Goose Gone Rogue
Never turn your back on a goose in a top hat...
Everpine’s Spirit
Ah, Christmas. The time of year when the world seems to soften, just a little. The snow falls in gentle whispers, lights twinkle in frosted windows, and the smell of cinnamon and pine fills the air...
Lost
Some promises will haunt you forever...
The CJBuzz 