The late October chill in the air blew straight through her as the evening gave way to night. There she stood on a wrap around porch beckoning with her hand for someone to approach her. She wore a long white dress with blood staining the front surrounded by cobwebs and bats and such and only a jack-o-lantern lighting the porch. A little boy, barely five, comes into view and he is wearing a cowboy ...

If silence had a smell

It would smell like the dying embers of a fire

A mix of smoke and rotting wood

It burns the nostrils and chokes you

Wordlessly you suffer

The permeation of the charred dirt

It sinks its aromatic claws inside your brain

There it dwells and takes over

Silence is a kindle of wood

That just can’t stay lit...

Chapter One

Fear is a fickle bitch and right now I am at her mercy.

Silently, I struggle to remain still. A hard task to achieve when I am quite literally vibrating internally from the sheer terror that has crept within my skin and blanketed my bones. As I lay within the confines of the makeshift hatch beneath the floorboards ...