Short Story Sunday: Face Your Demons
“I’ve faced my own demons, something I’d rather not think too much about, but I’ve never had to face someone … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Face Your Demons
“I’ve faced my own demons, something I’d rather not think too much about, but I’ve never had to face someone … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Face Your Demons
Marsha stomped the mud off her boots, threw her coat on the couch and stretched out her leathery wings. Fuck … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Chaos and Mistletoe
I came downstairs in the wee hours of this morning to find my brother Max making coffee. Being the eldest … Continue reading Trained
A conversations over coffee and musings about the lives of others. This morning I met for coffee with my brother’s … Continue reading A conversations over coffee and musings about the lives of others (or don’t trade in your soul because you can’t get it back.)
Leaving her lover’s bed she pulled on one of his shirts and went downstairs, past his piano, past the sleeping … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Mere Mortal
I’ve had several posts mentioning Demons, especially concerning my brother Max. A few years ago I visited him at his … Continue reading Demons
Fallen “Oh man, I wish we could turn into bats like in the movies. That would make things a lot … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Fallen
A Change of Heart The Demon sat on the roof of the house wondering what to do next. She looked … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: A Change of Heart