Hoover had been the runt of his mother’s fourth litter. He was so small and weak at birth his parents worried he would not get enough to eat or would be smushed by the other babies as they slept, but Mama Muridae had faith in her little pup.

The end of the world tends to have a negative impact on the motivation to complete one’s daily chores.

He watched her leave, knowing that she only pulled the latch behind her. He had at least two hours before she would be back home. He needed one last souvenir, and he knew exactly where to find it.

She’d so looked forward to her first Adult Education class for Memoire Writing and now she couldn’t get a single word down on paper.

Lockdown helped me realise there is more than meets the eye in my town. Scratch beneath the surface you begin to discover there are weird and wonderful things happening in the most unlikely places.

Something was wrong. The cabin was dark. Arthur always turned on the table lamp by the bookcase and the front porch light whenever he left home for any period of time.

Someone slams the door to the trailer and my bed trembles because this is a small “mobile home” and no one can hide anything here.

I saw my old babysitter in the bar tonight. It’s been almost twenty years. It’s been so long that the last time I saw her, Eifel 65 played on the radio practically on repeat.

“No, we have something quite different in mind for you, Harding. Something much more critical to the war effort in the long term.

I needed to find out what was happening. I hobbled over to the bathroom blindly, using my sense of smell to guide me, and stared at the mirror. Though my vision was hazy, what reflected back at me was undeniable. I was a dog.

After the success of his first novel and the flop of his second novel, he knew he needed to write a compelling story or his publisher would drop him.

I'd been forgetting a lot of things lately. Then again, I'm not alone in that.

When I was younger I fell in love with a performance artist. During these last decades, the interest in this particular performance art has drastically decreased.

Melissa believed the human race could be divided into two groups. Those who have an innate desire to explore, and those who are anchored to a specific place from birth until death.

There I was, Bulletbull98, black stubble peppering my young face, blue eyes, and long black hair that gave the impression I was a heavy metal fan—soon to be the best streamer on the platform, I would make sure of it.