Poetry, Horror, Psychological Thrillers
Fire and Ice Deteriorated, it wasn’t working anymore, hadn’t worked for a long time. I did all I could. Days pass, clear, windy. Worn ways discarded, not an easy process To let go of the friendly, broken old. But stability,...
Feather Tendril of gravity where air meets bone Forcefield spins thermal of light Muscular sparkle– Darkmatter come to blood For links to poetry prompts, or if you missed out on what I’m doing for National Poetry Month, check out...
by Margaret Shaw Tom Walsh parked the Corvette in the empty lot and sat for a moment, his ruddy hands firmly on the steering wheel. He slanted his eyes left out the window, seeing and not seeing the green meadowland...
I have a special treat for you today. I can’t say enough about the author of the story I’m sharing with you today. Margaret Shaw is a member of the writing group that has changed my life. She has pushed...
