The Dotted Line
She spins the scarlet umbrella, so fast he almost can’t see the motion of her hands. In the dying sunlight
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Book Trailer
I’ve created a book trailer for my novel “Wolf,” which I’m shopping around to publishers. Let me know what you
Black and White Dreams
Most days her dreams are black and white. Their blood is black ink, their heartbeat the steady click and whir
Heaven – I’m in Heaven –
There’s something beautiful about Heaven; but something melancholic, too. The colours are brighter here. That’s the first thing I notice;
Hurry
She doesn’t see the walk light turn. She doesn’t see the world. She has slipped away from it now, taken
Have Your Cake
My mother was a woman who was fond of bromides. She peppered her speech with them: “you can just as
The Bridge
Strange how a thing so small could hold the hopes of so many. He stared at the small shape, the
Cleave
I’ve been doing a lot of work on scripts and screenplays and novels lately, so the creative juices are a
The Crypt Boy
His mother used to tell him graveyards were no place for a little boy. His mother told him many lies.
That Lonely Road
Loneliness can become a physical thing, a person that sits beside you on the bus when no one else will.