March 2024

Animals fill the room, eyes of glass and lack of bodies beyond the fur, otherwise, the four men in their short leather chairs could not sit so calmly without their rifles.  The smell of smoke …

Ever since I can remember, I loved cooking shows.  I loved shows where the producers determined the ingredients the contestants would need to use.  There was always one ingredient that was a gotcha like sardines …

Katie lurched awake in a gasp.  She clinched at her throat, sitting straight up in bed, looking around the dark room.  The red numbers on the cable box clock read 6:03.  She put her icy …

“One and two and three and four.  One and two and three and four.” Cheryl said and squated along with the blond women on the television.  She had subscribed to Samantha’s Twenty Minute Booty Blast …

Myrah crouched as close to the ground as she could against the metal cylinder.  She hoped they could not see her, but that also meant she could not see.  She could smell the trash can …