Poetry: My Love
He looked at me the way the moon meets sea, I met his gaze, got lost within its light. I lost myself inside his silent deep, Yet love, once born,…
The House That Loves Me
I didn’t intend to stay. The ivy-strangled walls and broken windows of the cliffside mansion had been deserted for years. By whispering about the souls it had ingested, the people…
The Shadows of Love
A comforting haven from the rain battering the downtown streets, the café was barely lighted. Tracing patterns in her cappuccino froth, Elena sat at her customary corner table. For the…
Whispers in the Fog
The constant fog over the little seaside hamlet of Eldermoor created a sense of mystery that was both alluring and oppressive to Clara. After a breakdown in her busy city…
Poetry: In Memory’s Lane
In the quiet ticking of the clock, Time whispers secrets, But never stops! Beautiful moments once get cast, Memories hold, but cannot last! The days, then months, and then the…
The Harvesting Hour
I thought Morrow’s Hollow would be a quaint village that held on to its traditions when I first came there. As a journalist, I’ve always enjoyed dispelling misconceptions and revealing…
The Eighth Child
In *The Eighth Child*, a child psychologist is drawn into a web of unsettling mysteries at an isolated mental health facility. A silent boy’s haunting drawings and whispers in the…