Fiction

Being the wife of a demon who so easily lends his body like a whore is not as simple as drinking freshwater.

I watched a desert town disintegrate, clapboard planks and roof tiles flying off like grains of sand in a dust storm.

My mother calls to me, her feet pounding in the field, the earthworms writhing beneath me with each step that sends the ground thundering

I was the one that found them in the park, fallen from the heavens...

She was a beauty, but Agnes did not like her.  

The house had never been this quiet.

 “She’ll be such an obedient girl,” his mother sighed dreamily.

An immortal dog shook her tail and bathed in an Indian Country river when the great-grandson of the Town Destroyer ambushed Jumonville Glen.

The others had not warned her about what to expect when she held life in her hands.

The dilapidated truck is a hulking metal beast shambling amidst towering pine trees. Overhead, the sky's gaping maw yawns and groans.