Midnight

Jonah sat in his bed, the sheets pooled at his feet. He wore no shirt and only thin pajama pants covering his legs. The night was hot and his open window offered little in the way of relief. He had considered sleeping in his boxers to try and escape the heat, but now was glad … More Midnight

Purpose & Pistols

The following short story was previously posted to my old blog. It was a writing prompt story (though I forget the exact prompt) and I proudly present it, unedited, again here. It had been four days since Robert Bray last caught wind of his brother, George.  It was in a small town back near the … More Purpose & Pistols