Soul Corridor – Containment

The year 1738 Decimus walked through the dank corridor, careful not to stumble over the dead. The strong smell of iron from spilled blood churned his stomach. He saw his father, Cyrus, at the far entrance to the corridor. What sort of evil could cross the barrier to the corridor? Whose soul is this dark? Decimus, in... Continue Reading →

Coffee Shop Magic

Myrtle stepped off the city bus and was careful not to trip over her cane. Her 86-year-old body was brittle and worn from a long but exciting life. Months of staying inside began to tear down her mental health. The four walls of her apartment only seemed to exasperate her loneliness for people. Her husband,... Continue Reading →

Welcome – Take A Tour

Thank you for stopping by my author website, where you will find a variety of fiction and poetry on my “Home” page. My fiction stories include fantasy worlds, suspense, intrigue, and paranormal/supernatural activity. However, beware of the paranormal because it might stop your heart—horror creeps into some of my short stories. I do hope you... Continue Reading →

Brushstrokes And Shadows

For Bree, the lifestyle in New York City is like a person hyperventilating—there is never a moment of silence or rest. Bree’s boss forced her to take the two weeks of vacation she had earned. All she had to do was figure out where she wanted to go. Bree coiled her shoulder-length brown curls into... Continue Reading →

On a bench of SOLACE

A loud slap across her jaw forced the woman back against the kitchen sink. The smell of jasmine perfume on her husband's shirt sent salty tears down her face. The wretched memory of the night before made her throat hurt from the lump that formed. Lying on the park bench, book in hand, let her... Continue Reading →

Guardians Of Vitalus

PART ONE The amber light from the outside porch lamp bounced off the old woman’s wrinkled face. She bent over to place a bowl of food for her five cats. Tree branches transformed into a witch’s fingers in the moonlight. Ron and Steve shivered. It could have been the cold October night, or their fear... Continue Reading →

Time – Altered Perception

My bed is a pillow of comfort, lulling me to sleep. The grandfather clock is ticking on time; each tick placed to match my heartbeat. My mind rests as my spirit floats off into an airy realm of peace. Where am I going? I don’t know where I am, but I sense a dominating presence.... Continue Reading →

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