Category Archives: My Writing

There was a spiral staircase on a dais which also sported some very comfortable looking love seats, brass reading lamps, and a circular emerald rug that appeared much like a cat’s eye. “This is the old ascent to the second … Continue reading →

The morning of July fourth, Keene’s house was overtaken by the aroma of buttery baked dough and sugar-coated blackberry syrup. His twitching nose woke him up, and he was embarrassed to find more than a thin film of drool on … Continue reading →

Keene never had the chance to tell anybody about what had happened on the river. In fact, he wasn’t sure it had happened himself, other than he still felt an unpleasant pressure in his shoulders, like invisible hands had grabbed … Continue reading →

The current forced his legs over his head as he spiraled under the rapids. He opened his eyes, and everything was a blur of dark gray and bubbles. He waited for the right moment and kicked off the bottom of … Continue reading →

Katydids rattled in the maple treetops and a beetle buzzed by. Lychee hummed to state her indecision. “I don’t know how useful it would be for you. Chances are if you haven’t seen a ghost already, you’re never going to … Continue reading →

The following day was hot and humid from the previous afternoon of summer showers. Keene rubbed a hand through his head, could feel his fur was so coarse and tousled that he jumped out of bed (where he landed with … Continue reading →