Unconsciously, I must have seen it from the startโ€“that run down two-story house, with its paint-peeled porch that lorded over an equally neglected lawn. The rusted, chain-link fence that bowed and dipped in places, tangled in weeds. I mean, had it registered, I would have...

Hugh stood at the pulpit, his hands loosely holding each side. Beads of sweat stood out on his wrinkled forehead despite the chill seeping into the old church. Errant drafts of winter wind entered from beneath the eaves and sporadically flowed over his balding head. โ€œWhat...

I was going to bed. I was tired, just like youโ€™re supposed to be. I lay down, turned the light off, and closed my eyes. And then I waited. Just like I was supposed to. Falling asleep is a little like standing on the shores...

I cupped my face in my hands and exhaled slowly, sweat dripping from flushed skin. My hair hung from my scalp like golden seaweed, swaying gently in the sun. I felt sick. The sun filtered in through the blinds like baked color, a slather of...

First her husband went, then all the flowers in the garden followed. I felt bad for her, you know? You try to be friendly in this neighborhood, get to know the people who live only a few feet away from you in any direction. You try...

When you have been a priest for as long as I have, you start to notice patterns in people. When a parishioner approaches, I can already guess what they want to ask me by their body language or the way their eyes flicker to meet...

I walked into that office anโ€™ wiped some dirt anโ€™ sweat off a my head with my arm.ย  The office was as white as a laundry mat with one desk anโ€™ two chairs in front of it.ย  A fat man in glasses with a pencil...

06โ€œThey told me you were experienced in harsh waters,โ€ James said, as he pointed out the pearls of sweat that had formed on my forehead. โ€œYeah, I do,โ€ I replied, moments before hurling the remnants of a less-than-appetizing lunch, off the side of our ship. โ€œItโ€™s just...

Part One: The Beginning Iโ€™m calling it Black Vein Blues. It makes sense if you think about it. About a month ago it started, slow and quiet. I had just come home from school to find my father prodding at the corpse of a gator that washed...

ENTRY 1 My name is Jason. I live in the suburbs of a small city on the east coast. Iโ€™m not sure I want to say where exactly. Something is happening and I think itโ€™s important for me to write this down. I live alone in...

The bones arrived on a Friday, in a pine crate the size of a steamer trunk. โ€œIs that it, Mr. Evans?โ€ Eliot asked, his tone lacking awe. The rest of the earth science class conversed in whispers or stared out the row of bay windows overlooking...

I watched as my son splashed around in the waves, the sun reflecting off the cool green water. Sean laughed as the waves crashed around his ankles and chased him up the shore. The ocean then pulled away, leaving trembling patches of sea foam that...

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