A Frowning Jar So, I met this girl a couple of years ago when I was in college. Nice enough girl, a history major, but she never smiled. And when I say never, I mean never. It was the strangest thing. I had never, and have not since met someone who just didn't smile. Even… Continue reading A Frowning Jar (my birthday story for Miss Justin P)
Month: April 2008
Too Short in the House – loving the short story
It's weird to say but I can't really remember just when it was that I fell in love with short stories, or what story it was that did it. For me, the beauty and the sheer art of the short story is that you must still tell a full story, even if it's just the… Continue reading Too Short in the House – loving the short story
Gates and Narrows
Of Wooden Skin
Red Hands
Red Hands I wonder if I am the only one that sees it. Wondering if we’ve just become accustomed to the smell of murder, sound of death, and sight of anguish, living in our blood red world. I find I can’t even look at people’s hands anymore. Not even my own. The sight of all… Continue reading Red Hands
The Bloody Tub
Doorways into Darkness
more pictures of doors, a recent photo obsession
Showers and Floors and Blood, oh my!
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 