It was unusually cold for the first Sunday of November. The sky was clear and the moon was full. Just after midnight, an old man placed two rusty gas cans next to a plastic fuel container, all of them full, into the bed of his 1965 Ford pickup. The truck’s red paint was scratched and … More He Said He Was the Devil (an excerpt from The Matriarch)

Janiss opened her eyes. Was it still dark? How early was it? The bed felt wonderful, like waking up the first morning after getting over being sick. She closed her eyes again. The smell of freshly turned soil made her remember helping her Grampa work in the garden. Soil? Her eyes snapped open. She was … More An Awakening In the Cellar (an excerpt from The Matriarch)