They sold our gilded cage out from underneath us And who can blame them? Why even bother with the pretense whe - BUFFERING - rks just as...

I have always heard its tendrils writhing in the walls each night. Felt them, to put it more accurately. Ever since my mind's eye,...

Baba waves her liver-spotted hands dismissively as she crosses the threshold. "Too old," she sniffs, her nostrils flaring. "Much too old....

Deep within that wretched, rapturous, metastatic Uber-city of sprawling slums teeming with bitter ghosts Where the grief peddlers,...

When the cat suddenly scampers, her claws clicking on the hardwood, I always wonder what or who she sees that I can't

Father always told me never to let a night terror go to waste So now I stash them away in swing-top glass bottles Each an endless...

As I lay in bed reading with wifey dreaming next to me I notice out the corner of my eye our bedroom door swing open seemingly on its own...

Sometimes I wonder As I wander our house On dark and moonless nights Whether the last thing I’ll see Upon opening some door Will be a...

My neighbor Hengold used to plod out onto the frozen lake behind our neighborhood with a chair, a heater, and a little blue cooler He’d...

As the domed ceiling of the Vault of Sorrows completed its slow, torturous opening, Father Clemont was sure he’d finally lost his mind....

Log in to your opiate of choice for you are a business objective you are a key performance indicator Stuff your mind with noise, stuff...

Father Clemont blinked rainwater out of his eyes as a steady flow of sand drooled from the portal Sister Lament had ripped in the fabric...

The Frenchman rises from his shell hole shambles forth with aimless grace I raise my rifle ka-chuk POW He twists but does not stop...

Father Clemont frowned at the sounds of combat from the village below. He was waiting for Revka and Yvonne outside the entrance to the...

Annalisa clutched the pillowcase against her chest, but the weight of the candy inside offered no reassurance in the face of the Spook...

I comfort my shivering daughter in those wee morning hours just another dream it can’t hurt you and, wordlessly, for her fingers are in...

As he walked into the main concourse at Václav Havel International Airport, Father Clemont remembered he didn’t know the first word of...

It gawks each time I cross the quad, doing who knows what with the stubby, pitted, groping fingers carved between its weathered knees. It...

Our new neighbors are just fine, I guess, they seem nice enough but they’re the kinda folks that leave the porch lights on all day Not...

As Father Clemont pushed his empty plate away, he wondered why he’d ever questioned Mrs. Kowalski. Pierogi really did make everything...