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Chapter 6 Follow that cart. On the road outside, Sophrayni caught up with the cart carrying the sleep potions. She didn’t follow straight away. She...

Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.

The gym was not empty. Joyce came through the double doors at eight fifty-two and there were children on the floor in two lines doing a bending...

Chapter 5. Slipsy Early the next morning, Sophrayni made her way to the next town Maggie had mentioned. Once again, she arrived at a coaching inn...

There was an old lady of Wales, who had a peculiar habit: when the time came for trimming her nails she reached for her straw hat to grab it. That...

Minutes later, he sat huddled in a dimly lit noodle shop, his mind racing. He kept replaying what had just happened, and Bronson’s final, dying word...

My self portrait from a few years back came in for a lot of stick and flak. Someone told me that I looked dead, and made nasty comments 'bout the...

All the images I could find were too horrible ...