A hum started building near the Magic Place, down the dead end road that said No Turn Around. Benny was crouched down looking at the snake, and realized it was dead. That’s why it didn’t move when he saw it… Read More ›
supernatural
Why the people don’t come out
If I keep my eyes closed long enough the people come out. It’s an old village in the mountains, medieval times. A woman with gray hair pulled back and a robe peeks out the window. Broken-down peasant men with dirty… Read More ›
Lot Number 12
From today’s Daily Prompt The palm reader saw violence in me. Were it mine, done to me, or a horrible secret I carried like a gift left behind at the party, unnamed. It sits there waiting in the corner for… Read More ›
Touched by Mr. Bingley
The girls are at each other’s throats, so I get them outside for a walk, to the new development. The clouds are burning off, so we keep going down the dead end so I can show them a bog and… Read More ›
No Gift Should Go Unthanked
The book is on my chest face-down like a dead bird, a lowercase W, a child’s sketch. The picture of the author on the back, a UPC code only computers can read. A postage stamp I used as a bookmark… Read More ›
The importance of writing
To sit and wait, To set my telescope across the expanse of night and search for sights unseen To sit and wait like some séance, To hush ourselves and give over to the mystic of old science, of witchcraft and… Read More ›
Stranger Than Fiction
The guy who cuts my hair has been reading about Synchronicity, something I had only associated with the band The Police, until yesterday. In his example, a good friend of his has just passed away. He was visiting her in… Read More ›
Bill Pearse 