Sunset speared the horizon as Nelson Lancaster stumbled through loose shale. The blood red orb was a constant compass pushing him...

The conduit is the prologue of a larger work that will be featured in the next few weeks in the blog Subscribers to my newsletter will...

Small steps toward your writing goal will pay off big time down the line. I took an ice bath yesterday. I watched the tub fill, and...

A mysterious and evocative scene from "The Refracted Man," a short story by Mark French, showcasing eerie tentacles emerging from the...