Kyria’s Beating

Kyria shredded the propaganda, hurling sweat-drenched fodder at a barrel of flaming tongues. For Momma. Grandpa. Everyone. Scrap phantoms billowed...

To Be Continued???

An author could pause in the middle of a story’s climactic scene for various reasons. Writers must strive to torture...

The Worry Curse, Part Thirty-One

Violent trembling seized her limbs as Laina ascended the final steps to her floor. Terror amplified each scuff of her...

The Worry Curse, Part Thirty

Feral yowls whirled down the foggy alley as Laina’s boots scuffed up the wide concrete steps to Harbor Towers. Horror...

The Worry Curse, Part Twenty-Nine

Laina shifted her boots on the threadbare floormat, nudging the margarine tub. The medallion fragments jostled and slinked inside their plastic...