Creative Writing

Being a single parent was rough, especially in Fresno. An expensive town between the Sierra Nevadas and the Pacific. Of course everything is expensive nowadays. Looking at the moon’s position in the sky, the thing in the night sighed and walked back into the club whose air was more cigar smoke and cheap perfume than oxygen.  ------- “She is all…

I awoke to blood beneath my nails. Dried blood that smelled of iron. Flaking blood the color or rust. Blood that, when it had been fresh, had left sticky streaks down my snow white sheets. Blood that was not mine, for my body was unmarked by cut or scrape. Skin still as pale and smooth […]