The shrill creaking noise fluttered into Martin’s left ear like a lost honeybee searching for its hive. He sat up in his La-Z-Boy, his eyes half-closed, a stream of drool making slow drips onto his crinkled yellow golf shirt. He yawned, then woke himself up by pinching his love handles, which in the last few … Continue reading →

Chris didn’t even know what was going through his mind when he hit the ground. He knew that before he’d been struck, he’d been doing an awkwardly hunched shuffle-run, thinking about how miserable walking in the rain is as he switched his umbrella to his right hand in order to dig through his left pocket … Continue reading →

It happened before, when I was in Morocco. I remember the scrambling from one half-hour or even quarter-hour of refuge to the next, in a café or on a public playground swing, until bedtime and, whether I had earned it or not, sleep.   All animals have to sleep. It is nature’s first rule.   … Continue reading →

“Oh Lord, Miles, what happened?  What happened?” Vicky clasped her son’s shoulders as she knelt to be level with him.  Maroon-angry flesh ballooned from his left eye socket. The white of that eye bloomed carmine off the stem of a broken blood vessel.   Miles’ expression was contorted.  He made the face of keening, but … Continue reading →

About Ghost Hunt: I was inspired by my favorite genre of media, horror. Horror movies tend to be hilarious, and any show about ghosts is bound to be entertaining. Characters Joseph Gray: narrator for a ghost hunting podcast “Freaky Tales for Freaky People” Mark Lawson: co-host of podcast Max (Maxine) Baker: paranormal investigator Timothy Baker: … Continue reading →

This is a tragic story of Chicago street violence. Victor is 17 years old and has lost his older brother to a rival gang. He stands center stage as the curtains opens and gives a long monologue about how awful it is to live in the hood. He emphasizes “the hood” while pulling his hood … Continue reading →