The Sweet Smell of Rotting Flesh
Hot breath touched her neck and she sidestepped left running hard until the sweet smell of rotting flesh faded. She landed in a hole and pulled leaves over her. She waited. The sweet smell drifted again
The Face Behind the Frame
Portrait of a Man, Giovanni Battista Moroni, Courtesy: Honolulu Museum of Art In the periphery, he saw children wearing uniforms crowded around an adult giving them instructions for the day. He neglected
The Seance - Friday Fictioneers
Last week I managed to write a post using my ancient iPad. I just couldn't seem to copy the text onto this forum so... now that I am fully connected to a real computer, I figured I'd share with you my