Your car. A coat of film on the windshield, a blanket of dust on the hood.
Was I there?
Your car. A coat of film on the windshield, a blanket of dust on the hood.
Was I there?
Twinkles loved December 24th. The day that led into the big night. His time to shine. He woke three hours early to get a head start.
Continue reading “The Elf”Everyone is gone, fallen to the depths. But I’m hanging on.
Continue reading “Hanging On”Gravel shuffles under my feet. My stride quickens, but am I moving in the wrong direction? A car passes. I don’t know the driver.
Continue reading “A Walk”Alfie had what the McConnells requested. After this exchange, he’d have enough money to call it a night. He pressed the call button outside the gate.
Continue reading “At the Gate”I smile at everyone that passes by, but it’s rare that anyone acknowledges me.
Hollering, broken things, tears. This is what’s left in the wake of his unhinged emotions—the wrath of his fury felt by all when his demands are not met.
They watched Cole. He hated audiences, despised being the center of attention. But there he sat, an exhibition for others to behold. Their eyes fixed on him. It made his skin squirm, like cockroaches skittering across his body.
Humans and the Visitors are indistinguishable from one another. We look alike. Breathe and eat alike. Even our mating rituals are similar.
I lie motionless as dirt is poured over me. The sun gives way to blackness. Earth fills the space around me.