Impending
Quiet. Too quiet. Sounds from the mainland were muffled. The lights in the distant city’s skyscrapers still blazed brightly enough for those of us on the…
Descriminating a Horror
The insects had mandibles which I studied intently. Sharp. They seemed to be the main tool for eating the victims. I crouched back behind the counter in the…
One Way to Derail a Conversation
Sunset cast a rolling sea of smoke and smog in hellish oranges and yellows. Denton smiled, as he felt oddly at home. Errol disrupted the reverie, “Mind the…
Monochrome
The waterfront can be a deadly place. Sailors fresh onto land, fallen angels looking for a dollar or two, the desperate, the lonely and the murderous all come…
To a Strange Land
The horses stopped suddenly. There it was the limit. The driver was wise. He knew not to test the limits of legend. “Ma’am, we’re at the outskirts of the…
An Ill Wind
The cool air that swept in from the sea was a refreshing change from the summer heat. It heralded the creeping fog that obscured the horizon and carried the…
Waiting for Luke
Deirdre looked at her watch for what must have been the fiftieth time that night. Nine o’clock passed by, then nine fifteen and finally nine thirty... Her brow…
Houses Of The Holy
We slid into port last night on the tide, tying our ship up to a fog enshrouded dock where neither longshoreman nor streetwalker stirred. Aftweward, we slept…
Running 3
Then I fell. Something had my foot. In fear, I started to struggle, only worsing the pain, and something dug into my ankle. That only scared me more. I reached…
Running 2
Then I realized that he could just follow my foot prints in the snow. I silently cursed. I had to continue running, even though I couldn’t. I knew that it…
Running
I ran, dodging through the trees. I silently prayed that I wouldn’t slip on the snow that was floating down from the sky. I knew that if I fell, he would catch…
Drawing down the Mists
As the day drew on the mists came - seeming to creep out of the sewers and up the side streets from the canal and the river, like a moist, wet blanket…
Debating In The Mist
They stood in silence for a while after that. Carrie rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, wishing the fog would clear while the angel stood beside…
Etudes of Summer
“The fog is long passed. Why must you fret so?” Mary Whitham asked her question from the doorway, not daring to cross the threshold. Barnaby didn’t look at her…
Savage Winter
The man was running desperately out of the woods through the knee-deep snow, stumbling and falling every few feet, heading toward the house. Darren grabbed his…
Angel In The Mist
The fog was so thick Carrie had no choice. She pulled over to the side of the road and, after much debate, decided that the highway agency advised getting out…
The End of Lake Herman Road
At the end of Lake Herman road the salt marsh gave way to a water-bound repository for sea faring relics. The behemoths of metal and paint rested in stoic…
Moonrise
I hate fog. When fog rolls in, the nasties roll out and I always end up fighting with some reject from hell that wants either to kill me and eat me or mess me…
The Mystery of the Missing Girl
Frank and Joe stopped at the mouth of the alley and looked down. The cracked cobblestones were damp from the moist fog. Frank hunched down and picked up a…
The Fisherman, The Writer
He reached into his bait box and pulled out a live worm. Placing it still-writhing onto his hook, he spoke. “I guess I’m a different type of fisherman. The way…