Literary

Ol’ Jim Booker

It was just a cold night. Pitch darkness and no moon, full or otherwise. No light ‘cept for the burning planets a million miles away in the sky. And the…

Read more

Rail Route

The young man knelt down on one knee by the track, picked up the flattened penny from the spot on the rail on which he had placed it half an…

Read more

Mudcrutch Unltd.

“What’s the meaning of this, Private?” The shadows in the tent hung eerily over the live figure of the general. The lone lantern offered little luminescence. There was an incessant…

Read more