I speak this poem from the soulwith no lies to be seenNo little lumps of coalto counter your gleam.You've captured my heartand your holding it tightyo..
The snow kept falling over the docks on a cold winter morning in Lompoc California. Tommy's cheeks were rose red from the bitter winds that were mostl..
Red wallpaper with golden trim made the lobby a stark opposite to the gray sky, pluming smoke and decaying buildings outside. It was a lovely facade t..
Room 323 was just as deceiving as the rest of the hotel. It included the same golden and red wallpaper, although adorned with silver angels, a refrige..
Young Eli starts to hear a child like voice in his mind and a cold tingle every time he wakes. He must face the demon inside him and the ones in other..
A short story i wrote a few years ago about a scientist. After looking back, I don't care for it too much, but.....maybe you guys will! Hope you enjoy..