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  • A Sales Rep’s Guide To Eternal Employment

    As a sales guy at GlitchWorks, Inc., I’m not one to question the ins and outs of the IT department. My job is to sell our “product,” whatever that is.  The truth is, I’m pretty sure nobody knows what we… Continue reading

    A Sales Rep’s Guide To Eternal Employment
  • We Sold Our Souls For Rock ‘N Roll – And It Wasn’t That Bad, To Be Honest

    “Dude,” said Axel, lead singer of SludgeForge, as he waved the freshly signed contract in the air. “We did it. We’ve actually done it.” Jax, their bassist, leaned in, eyeing the contract suspiciously. “What … did we do exactly?” Axel… Continue reading

    We Sold Our Souls For Rock ‘N Roll – And It Wasn’t That Bad, To Be Honest
  • The Last Drop

    The sky was a hazy shade of red, dust hanging in the air like a fog that never lifted. Miles stretched ahead, and the land was dead and empty, save for the crumbled skeletons of what used to be civilization.… Continue reading

    The Last Drop
  • Nico, The Protector Dog

    Nico the Shih-Tzu took his role as the house’s guardian very seriously. Maybe too seriously. If the job came with a badge, he would’ve polished it every day until it shone brighter than his fur after a good grooming.  This… Continue reading

    Nico, The Protector Dog
  • The Night’s Cold Ache

    Dark sky, cold heartDying a thousand deathsin the minutes of Shadowland Eyes in trees watch,hunger in their gazeThe woods howl, callingcome, join Wild freedom, terrible delightswait in the night’s cold ache Continue reading

    The Night’s Cold Ache
  • Neon Mirage: A Drake Cipher Story

    The rain hammered the windows of Drake Cipher’s office, drumming a steady beat against the glass. Neon lights from the city below bled through the darkened room, casting long shadows over his cluttered desk.  Drake stared at the glass of… Continue reading

    Neon Mirage: A Drake Cipher Story
  • The Cold Wind Claws

    The cold wind claws and bites within,Rattling bones, stripping pride thinA frozen breath from depths unseen,Encased in shadow, hard and keen Who treads this land of bleak, decayed,When time slips fast and light will fade?The dark god wakes, devours whole,Consuming… Continue reading

    The Cold Wind Claws
  • An Ode to Halloween

    Oh Halloween, how grand you are,With moonlit skies and twinkling stars,A night where shadows dance and sway,And goblins, ghosts, and witches play Through whispered winds and haunted trees,A spooky chill rides on the breeze,Jack-o’-lanterns glow so bright,Casting beams that slice… Continue reading

    An Ode to Halloween
  • The Family In The Attic

    The house on Redfern Lane had always felt too big for Michael Howard. After his wife passed, the creaking halls and wide, empty rooms seemed to stretch on forever, each corner steeped in shadows.  He had thought about selling the… Continue reading

    The Family In The Attic
  • The People Watchers

    Every Saturday at precisely 9:00 a.m., a peculiar group of individuals would gather at Maplewood Park. They called themselves “The People Watchers.”  Led by a bespectacled man named Harold, the group was as committed to their craft as any avid… Continue reading

    The People Watchers