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A Dead Man Tells No Tales

My grandfather once impressed upon me: Never tell a dead man your secrets; he has nothing to lose. But I have come to find when a man is dying by my own hand, it’s safe to assume he’ll tell no tales.


Guilty

He sat back on his heals and removed his cold hands from the grim scene which he had created just a short half an hour earlier. The scalpel still clutched in his hand was speckled with the blood of his victim, yet his…


The Incomplete Man

Once upon a time, there lived a nearly whole man. This man lived under the shadow of a complete family who lived in a complete world. This man tried his best to act complete amongst the citizens of this complete wo…


A Night to Remember

The cobblestone is still damp with the morning dew when I pry my sore face from it, bringing my exhausted body up to its knees. My muscles burn with the intensity of a thousand suns. Try as I might, I am unable to bri…


The Good Doctor

Hawksgrove, WV, 2005 The warm yellow sun rises behind the mountains, painting an orange light across the valley. Fresh dew covers the fields that once were rife with industry, reflecting the beams of the sun, almos…


So Many Things

So many things. So many things left undone, unthought-of, unspoken, undiscovered. The pain of possibility runs rampant when one is physically unable to leave his or her bed. Possibility turns into regret, regret to…