Season 1.5 Short Stories

The Street

There was something about the night that Stuart found comforting. Especially summer nights in Lincolnville, when the darkness would wrap around him like a blanket. The earth was still warm, but the breeze was cool, and the crickets called out their songs. As he walked home, having closed the gas station where he worked some […]

Short Stories

Echoes from the Mountains

For the inaugural post on my blog, here is a short story that I wrote when I first visited Oregon. It’s the first in a series of Cosmic Horror shorts I am not a strong man. I am not a man who seeks attention or fame. This account is meant as a record of events […]