November 10, 2022
November 9, 2022
Chapter Three
It was dark, not a glimmer of light or shadow but still a sense that something's watching. Something that can see in the dark. Something that can move in the dark, something that was moving now, getting closer, quietly closer. Breathing sounds, not panting, just regular breathing - in and out, in and out - getting closer, so close that now the air is gently disturbed and the breath can be felt. It’s pleasant, clean and minty like freshly brushed teeth.
November 8, 2022
Chapter Two
A week later and the media was in a frenzy. Speculation ranged from the likelihood that the culprit was a large cat that had escaped from a traveling circus in the summer and was still on the loose, to that the urban myth about a cult of cannibals living in the mountains was true, and they had finally grown tired of hikers.
November 7, 2022
Chapter One
This was the third time they'd had this conversation, the first one being only 8 weeks after an anonymous tip had led to the discovery of a hand buried in a pile of snow behind a dumpster downtown.
January 17, 2021
My stuff is on TV!
According to Art Departmental set decorators "carefully decipher the psychology and tastes of the characters" when choosing items that will work for the plot and character. Does that mean I have the same character traits and psychological makeup of Andy from Man with a Plan?
January 28, 2020
Inadvertently Waiting
A friend asked me this morning, "what are you looking for this year?" and I couldn't answer.
January 7, 2020
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