Stalker Of The Swamp
By Lamont A. Turner lazyllama/ Shutterstock I’d been to the States before, twice actually, but that had been to the bucolic fields of the Midwest and the quaint seaside villages of New England. Nothing in my… Continue Reading
By Lamont A. Turner lazyllama/ Shutterstock I’d been to the States before, twice actually, but that had been to the bucolic fields of the Midwest and the quaint seaside villages of New England. Nothing in my… Continue Reading
By Paul O’Neill Birute Vijeikiene/ Shutterstock Rain drums the roof of my car as I try to unscramble my thoughts, get my game face on. I’m sitting in my car outside my house. Vodka oozes out my pores… Continue Reading
By Simon Berry Jurgita Batuleviciene/shutterstock Satisfied I’d gathered all the dead leaves and twigs into a neat pile, I swept them into the Lane Crawford tote bag. The weeds poking their way through the cracked concrete around the… Continue Reading
By Michael Fowler LedyX/ Shutterstock Alma: We do not all die alike. Alfred, who oversees the refrigerated body lockers on the graveyard shift, props open the rear door and tells us deceased ones he’s letting us out this… Continue Reading
By Brad Goldberg Panya_Anakotmankong/ Shutterstock “I can’t bring him back. You know that, right?” “You said.” “I just want to be clear.” “But he will be in the room with us? My Harold, I mean. You said you… Continue Reading
By R.G. FLANDERS TZIDO SUN/ Shutterstock Walter Collins was a terrible roommate and I had finally worked up the courage to tell him so. He looked at me without expression, slowly sipping his maté as I gave him… Continue Reading
By Lamont A. Turner Joeprachatree/shutterstock Joel tossed a blanket over his easel, jumped into bed and snatched a book from the stack on his nightstand. Peering over the top of the book at the balding giant… Continue Reading
By Daniel David Froid Marko Duca/ shutterstock You asked the other day about my recent discovery. At the time I demurred, but I have since thought better of it, and so now I write to tell you. As… Continue Reading
By R. P. Singletary Terablete/shutterstock The pale, reading man had never entered the bookshop. “Rich! Places for rich folk!” his grandmother had said every time they shuffled past the shop’s door on the way to market or church… Continue Reading
By Robert Pettus StockSnap/ Pixabay It was New Year’s Eve. It was colder than shit. The pavement was unobstructed, even though dry, powdery white snow floated peacefully down from the black, starry night sky. The Presbyterian Church was… Continue Reading