Category: Fiction

Written 7-3-25 “You’re living at the old paper mill!?” I asked. “Like, that haunted old concrete warehouse we’d sneak into in high school?” “Yup. That one. But it’s not actually haunted you know,” Kevin grinned, as we walked up the sandy bike trail through the woods....

Written 6-29-25 Can’t sleep. The air is too familiar. The sofa bed, too loud. Did I really believe I could escape the world’s shadow by parking a camper five hours from civilization? And the failed marriage? Just another box to check in the farm-life fantasy playbook....