short story Justice For The Spyder Darkness fills the cave, but I no longer have eyes and am unbothered by lack of light. This mask, this wicked porcelain prison, forces me to see the nightmare surrounding me.
microfiction My Wife's Secret Room For five years I have grappled with temptation. Morning and night that door taunts me. Why must I never look inside? Why won’t she at least EXPLAIN?
microfiction I Sold My Voice And I Must Weep Oh how I lament the foolishness of youth! Love led me astray and now I am but seafoam and bitter regret.
microfiction That Constant Creak As a child that floorboard was my nemesis. I never managed to avoid it. My secret dream was the floor needing to be replaced. Now I'm so, so glad that didn't happen.
