Echoes of the past scream on. This pulsation of heinous sound… sound that screeches into my ears!   Echoes of those who scream… This invisible crowd that follows me… Voices! Auditory torments!   Echoes of memory and psychosis… The two entwined like vines over a grave… Bound...

© 2025 I am home now, alone in my “office.” I use quotes around it, because we know it isn’t really an office. It is the mudroom. I have a table with a fairly new plywood top. There is...

© 2025The King was too caught up in the recounting of his tale to notice us and continued as he paced, “The water that poured into the pond actually sparkled, even in the dimness of the cave where the only...

© 2025The sky suddenly grew dark  --  and very loud! Blae’s feet dug into my shoulder, quite hard. “Ouch.” I said aloud, involuntarily.“Shut up, Tex!” Blae commanded. He didn’t just say it. It was most definitely a command.I shut my...