She knew something was wrong when he stopped bringing her flowers as a surprise, or coffee in bed or wanted an impromptu date to the grocery store with a milkshake after. Those small things, like asking how she was, holding her hand, even a kiss goodnight  ceased and she noticed. She even used her words, spoke... Continue Reading →

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I'm sitting here In the dark With my head Under the covers And toes exposed Watching a movie With the earbuds in The kind where everybody screams Eating cheese like a weirdo And I can't help think That it'd be more fun with company ©MelanieMcCurdie

Angel is a lone woman in an apartment that resembles a padded cell in an asylum, and the only friend she has in the world is a man named Calvin Moon, who happens upon her and a live internet feed while searching for entertainment. To Calvin’s surprise, he finds just that. The hitch is that... Continue Reading →

The End of Her Rope

It is the last straw, this, the last time. This time his whore came to our home, dressed, or rather undressed, expecting him to be ready for her. In our bed. Not the first time, but certainly the final time. I’ve paid, and dearly for his indiscretions, physically, emotionally, having to swallow my pride and... Continue Reading →

Title photo Seppuku by Spanish artist Pejac The flight of geese outside my windows heralds the small death of Mother Nature; She, having fed on the vitality of summer, soon will lay dormant under a blanket of snow. So will I.   I've  tried to ask for help the only way I know how, and my... Continue Reading →

  *an excerpt from Slaughterhouse Stories,  coming in October 2016* Airports.  A concrete pen full of rules and fragrant with the scent of human animals.  It is certainly not the place Abbegael Clermont wants to be.  She was supposed to be on a tropical beach with a drink in her hand, but her employers disagreed, as... Continue Reading →

*from the upcoming book,  Stories from the Slaughterhouse, coming soon to digital and paperback* The thunk of the gun on the table in front of me holds such a finality that I am stunned into stammering.   Had I truly come to a point in my life where all my troubles could be bought away... Continue Reading →

Read  S N A P S H O T August 13, 2015 Outside of Kelford 30 miles NE of Skull Creek It’s all Al Kennedy can think about. Three weeks’ vacation to spend seven days of it driving while Angie slept and the kids fussed and fought endlessly in the back seat. Then she would... Continue Reading →

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