Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs
Constantine Jones sat on the bottom of the museum steps wondering what just happened. Earlier that evening he’d put on … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs
Constantine Jones sat on the bottom of the museum steps wondering what just happened. Earlier that evening he’d put on … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Night Dogs
The Hunter “We pumped quite a bit of blood out of your stomach. We’re not sure where it came from.” … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Hunter
Dear Diary, It has been a while since I picked up my quill pen keyboard and wrote anything at all. I believe it … Continue reading Vlad’s Vampire Diary: You Shook Me All Night Long
“I was just going out for coffee,” said Austin as he looked at the carnage surrounding him. Coffee with the … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: The Box In Dave’s Basement
Storm I never realized that the high rise downtown held the Federal Courthouse, art, poetry, and historic displays. There are … Continue reading Storm
There is a quiet beauty about historic cemeteries that I can’t always put into words. So many lives ask to … Continue reading While Angels Sleep – A Visit to the Historic Sacramento Cemetery
A Night at the Crest Dallas Andrews was performing at the old Crest Theater in Sacramento. Jonathan Ward’s soon to … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: A Night at the Crest
Delivered to your door… I looked at the muscular, almost beautiful, naked body on the bed and the folded up … Continue reading Delivered To Your Door