Southern Fried Shorts

The trail rounds a bend, and I spy a granite wall. Inside that wall there is a cave. Inside that cave lies darkness. I have returned. I smel...

Trace turned just in time to see something move away. Vines swayed along the brush in the wake of the unseen thing. He could smell it. It sm...

The Mother stood and looked out her kitchen window. Her hands mechanically washed dishes and scraped away bits of dried gravy and beef: the ...

I guess this is the type a story I expect you might not believe. In fact, I expect you might wonder if I actually believe it myself. Well. I...