Author's Note: This is not one of my best stories. I attempted to include dialect in what is supposed to be something of a Southern gothic horror genre, and it ended up so-so. This story's inspiration was found in the gashadokuro, a monster found in modern Japanese mythology. Legends teach us what to fear, and … Continue reading Nothing to Fear

There were few witches with a better green thumb than Juniper. Her garden rivaled all else and was filled with the biggest, bloomiest flowers to use in her potions, to the meekest herb to spice up her simple meals. It sprawled like a ruffled, slept-in blanket across her yard, into her shed, even over her … Continue reading “The Garden”

Mr. Right hated the Smith’s gaudy British flag.  Ever since they had moved into the apartments across from him, and put up that damn flag, he couldn’t get a moment of rest. Every morning when he woke up, and each evening when he came home from work, there it was. Directly across from his balcony … Continue reading “Mr. Right”