Allen

When we first met, I thought that he was odd. Odd, but harmless. He and I were first-year master’s students in the English department; we were…


Memoirs of an Execution; or, the Night Napalm Death Chickened Out

He did it. He killed my fucking ear. Right there where I was hiding in the garage. The house belonged to the neighbor who was never home, the ghost…


Reading Lovecraft on the Beach

I was eighteen and fresh out of high school. A group of us, about eight boys and six girls, went to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina for our "senior…