I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

(50 of these. Damn.) I used to take pictures. Until they made experiences too real to bear. “Sleight of hand is something anyone ca...

There are rules, when you are a ghost. They are burned into our being with the same fire that lets us remain in the Grey Lands after we die...

Charlie and Jay are mending fences – though I’m not sure Jay grasps that there are any to be mended – so I use the time to walk the town of...

“I’d strangle him if I thought he’d notice,” I mutter, but not so low that the wandering magician doesn’t hear me. “Where is Jay, anyway?” ...

8000 words of notes (and pre-stories) so far. Some of which is trying to get my brain to stop  coming up with scenes for nano. The plan this...

“Honcho.” I turn slowly as Jay comes out of his small bedroom in the RV. His face is paler than normal, and he’s not wearing his dark g...

I passed frantic into frenetic, chasing you down hallways made emptier by your passing. Each time you turned, I imagined your smile, preten...

“Fuck,” Kim said, but the thing – the woman – she stared, dead-eyed. Glassed, someone had called it once. She lay breathing on the bed, eye...

The cough is human, polite without being urgent. I stir slowly, roots moving in a slow ponder. The ancient wards and protections are holdin...

There are things even magicians don’t expect. More than we’d admit, but often less than other people might suspect. You get used to the uni...