It had been a dead night, even for the graveyard shift, until the faded clock above the counter singled 3am. The haunting started after that

The reaper-in-training set four cans of energy drinks atop the counter and rounded back down an aisle for a handful of candy.

In the five years of hosting my writing group, these are general rules we have about feedback.

Hunched over a series of hand-blown tubes, watching a drop of pink liquid crawl its way toward an uncorked bottle, the Alchemist frowned...

Growing bored of the saddening morning news articles on his phone, Peter Pelskie swapped to the Tarot of the Day app he downloaded last...