The moon was shielded by a purple blanket of clouds that made the city walkers look like shadow ants scattering about on the hot sidewalk. I stood there absorbing the city as the warm rain fell on me and mixed with sweat until my clothing was drenched and my hairRead More
The first bedroom I remember was burn-your-eyeballs pink. It was one of three in a small frame house on the edge of Denver in the shiny new suburb of Cherry Creek. The street at that time was mostly vacant lots in various stages of build. After school my younger brotherRead More
One of my short stories from my fairy tale series – with my original artwork. Uriah is a master spirit guide. In this very short…
One of my short stories from my fairy tale series, and unfortunately it hits close to home. The story begins with a familiar tone, but…
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