My name is Sherman Lane. Sherman, like the kid with the glasses in Mr. Peabody and Sherman, and Lane, like the butler in The Importance ...

It was 6:00 am when Martin Dillinger opened the door to his room at the Hiawassee Motor Lodge. He squinted and put his hand above ...

The porch light was always off when I walked up the driveway, but that never meant the house was dark. The pale glow of the ...

I opened the messenger app. I hadn’t done much. It was my day off as I had submitted my assignment on the Duke of Wellington’s ...

Agent Kirk Winston had gone radio silent ten miles from New Growth, Alabama. That was why I was sitting in Room 6 of the New ...

When I was a boy, I lived with my mother in an old house in Georgia. It was small, and most parts of it were ...

The lights of the Seattle skyline suddenly ignite as the city comes alive with the sounds and sights of night. In a run-down bar a ...

Part I I set these words down in no expectation that they will avail me, nor even with the confidence that they may serve as ...

I own a pizza place. People hear that and picture something cozy. Brick oven. Family recipes. A guy in a clean apron tossing dough in ...

Christopher Ingram came out of the grocery store with two paper bags in his arms and found a sheet of paper tucked under the wiper ...

Lyndsay found her mother Tina in the kitchen and said she had found noodles from another dimension in the basement. She said it plainly, with ...

Vicky and Kevin Chandler woke to a crash from down the hall, followed by the sharp clang of toy cymbals and a heavy thump that ...