January 23rd

Six years. Over 2,000 days, 72 months, and God only knew how many minutes. The world still continued to spin, completely indifferent to the pain and…


MadDog78

It melded perfectly in his hand. His fingers caressed the barrel, the familiar weight and heft of it bringing him comfort. Satisfied that it was…


Unencumbered

Unencumbered. That really was the perfect word. Dusty Barrett couldn’t remember where or when he’d heard it before, only that it had to be the very…


“Marigold” and “Ghosts of November”

Marigold Marigold. Marigold of a crisp autumn morning, sunlight streaming in to light up her fine blond hair. Soft as a feather, translucent downy…