The primary choice of transportation entertainment for most malls is a choo-choo train. The Riverbend Galleria had a trolley. Bright red. Green roof. Thin black track embedded in the marble tile floor. Riverbend Galleria painted on the side in yellow. It didn’t chugga-chugga; it clicked like a card threaded through bicycle spokes. It didn’t blow… Continue reading We Are But Echoes: A Short Story
Scarlett edged further down the roof on her belly, dark blue cloak drawn over her head. The police circled the body like buzzards with fresh carrion. Scarlett felt sick to her stomach. She had been so close this time. A glimpse of a dark cape, clawed hands, strange four-toed footprints. She’d only lost the trail… Continue reading Specimen: Unknown — A Short Story
When I jump into writing a new novel or short story, I always begin with character profiles. I typically have the vaguest sense of what the plot will entail, and then craft the characters who will drive that plot and make its trajectory more concrete in my mind. But one thing I often forget to… Continue reading Childhood Reflection: Examining Perspective in "To Kill a Mockingbird"
Millie roughly brushed away a tear with her fist and rose from the dirty tile floor of the C-wing hallway. Her back was pressed against the janitor’s closet, tucked back between locker rows, so that if a teacher looked down the crowded, noisy hall they wouldn’t see her or hear Ben’s threats. Ben was a… Continue reading Tasty Traits: A Short Story