Twilight. The sounds of the city were hushed this far out in the suburbs. Moth wrinkled his nose at the ambiance of prosperity that bleached the rot of disgust coursing through the blotted pastels of the neighborhood still shrouded in the muted darkness. He stood by...
Julian Andrade married and divorced a stripper faster than hell could rip a teenaged sinner out of the clutches of heaven with a bottle of MadDog 20/20 and porno magazine. For a while after she left, he missed the sex and the companionship. But even before she left,...
Morrigan shifted on the couch. “After your accident, you ended up here in Mosswood Manor, yes, but within the Grey Estate. It’s a space …” “The what?” “It’s a space between,” she held her hands out in front of her like she was holding an invisible box. “Between what?”...
“I’m always the last to hear about these things” is a phrase that should be stricken out of my mouth. It was bad enough to watch Sister Mary Agatha’s head disintegrate right in front of my face as I was coming around the corner from the kitchen headed to the chapel...
A tire iron. It wasn’t that she thought it would look better wrapped around his neck or shoved into an orifice and then wrapped around to fill in the front of his tight denim jeans that were already packaged heavy. She just felt the bluntness of a tire iron would work...
