Category Archives: Fiction

Marshall arrived earlier than needed to the lecture hall and waited in the back, near the one entrance.  He leaned casually, in a studied manner, against the door scribbling in his open notebook.  Every other second, he looked up as … Continue reading →

The film had only just started when the blob filled the screen, blackening the panoramic shot of the upper Amazon, the foothills of the Andes in the distance, cinematography that demonstrated why the film won an Oscar for it. The … Continue reading →

Two things happened at once. First, there was the scream. Then the late-night commuters were jolted forward, then backward, hard, as the air brakes screeched the train to a sudden halt. There were the requisite female screams like you hear … Continue reading →

It was the witching hour at The Willows, the hour when the lights went down and voices settled into whispers before stopping entirely. A handful of the devout sat in the library, all looking toward a bookshelf, which was covered … Continue reading →

It wasn’t a coffin. For starters, it was metal and vertical; coffins are made of wood and lay horizontally. He knew that much. And coffins didn’t have slats at eye level, presumably for airing out sweaty gym gear, or hooks … Continue reading →