“So long as you write it away regularly, nothing can really hurt you.” - Shirley Jackson “Forefinger & Thumb“ by

The chainsaw's scream died, and in the sudden silence, Wes knew the forest listening. "Hear that?"

Where there is no imagination, there is no horror. -Arthur Conan Doyle “A Cosmic Concerto”- Bradley Ramsey Alfred was

I was a bird once, made of paper and thin air flying over the arid landscape of my soul. My

How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes

The third day of my brother’s death, I sat in my kitchen. The sun shone through the window, painting

This work originally appeared in Backstory Magazine. since middle school, when i’ve had an interpersonal conflict, i’ve handled

I think I was lying in bed when my chest burst open – was Sigourney there? I read that her name

I. You’re walking down a semi-congested road a few days after the year has rolled over. It’s not

I will tell you of my encounter with the Shape on the moor. It is a dark tale, and for