The next morning, Nick Laflin was driving down Route 6 from his vacation house off the shores of beautiful Lake Wiladongun, to Rosedale, in order to pick up some fishing supplies and maybe even a breakfast sandwich while he was at it. Nick had taken a week off from work using his saved vacation days, and that meant he and his family would be spending the entire time relaxing on the serene waters of the lake. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt. 10)”
I sit in my office and stare out the window, a light mist drizzling down from a milky gray sky, pattering my window with dots of rain. It’s a breezy fall afternoon, thick layers of clouds blanketing downtown Drayton in a scene many would describe as dreary but one that I find serene. The view is limited, encompassing only the sides of a few buildings, but is pleasant enough, with a view of the street below, abound with students hurriedly crossing en route to their next destination. Continue reading “Imitates Art (Pt. 4)”
Mitch Joiner was the first in town to realize something was wrong. He realized it only a brief moment after stepping out from his yard onto the cracked sidewalk running alongside Bell Street. Continue reading “Harbinger (Pt.1)”
Lester the Molester was a folk hero of sorts.
That seems strange to say.
Lester never molested anyone, at least to my knowledge, but the name was a moniker given to him by residents of the town. Despite the fact that it was shameful, the title came as sort of a badge of honor to Lester, who, became part of the unique lore of the town of Rosedale. Continue reading “Terminal (Pt. 4)”
Isn’t the end of the literary journey. For many, like myself, it is only the beginning. Continue reading “Landing a Literary Agent”
It’s not every day you learn you’re a link between worlds and a crucial peg in the ongoing struggle of good against evil, the fate of the entire universe hinging upon your actions.
In fact, I’d say it’s pretty rare. Continue reading “Ice Cream and Debauchery”