T. Kelley

While winter isn’t officially here, its grip can be felt far more than it could last time when most things were still green.

In time, we had Fidela and I couldn’t imagine going back to the silence of my past. She brought warmth and excitement to our lives...

“I wanted a turkey from the store… you know, one that is already dead and ready to go in the oven.”

Who wouldn’t be a little curious about a convention held by conspiracy theorists? I had no idea what kind of craziness we’d see...

I’ve seen a lot of weird and wonderful things over the years. My personal favorite began a few months back and involved Old Man Wilson.

Without warning, the boy stopped and pointed to the road. “Look at the light on the pavement. Isn’t it magical?” “It’s reflected light.”

“Halloween is stupid. I’m never going to Venice. I want to dance again. And I’m tired of being sick!”

There was a killer among us. All trust in one another was lost. There were only five of us in the camp now. We were alone with a murderer.

Anyone who has written something before, or even just attempted to write something, can attest to how difficult it can be to get started.