Unemployed Imagination.

What are you gonna do when the narrative betrays you? It can happen to writers, but we can rule with an iron fist in our kingdoms constructe...

The phone rang. That was all that happened. Nothing crazy. Nothing to get upset about. But Tony was upset. Maybe that wasn't fair, but ...

You put the seed in the ground to grow, you nurture it, but it can still be erased in seconds by thrashing mower blades. Doesn't matter ...

     Jorge never fished using a net. He had never done it, but he had seen it done many times. When he was young, he watched neighbors pull ...

They're coming. I can hear them in the walls. They whisper through the electrical wires. They're smart; they don't keep a consis...

When there is no moon, and the clouds shield the stars, it becomes all about feel. Your finger on the line, the wind against the left side o...

They dress like a cowboy fucked a soldier, and the black masks serve two purposes. One, they are scary. Masks have always been scary. Two, i...