I wrote a ghost story this weekend for a flash fiction competition. Since it hasn't been judge yet, read it here! (password: house)

Sometimes characters keep skulking around long after you've written them into a story. Edna Freebottom is one of those pesky Fictionals...

Yesterday at dusk, I had just stepped outside when I heard snapping twigs. Not the scurrying scuffle of a squirrel beneath the...

the blankness of a page, the lull between each wave a place to fill up with me — and only me — spilling out around the edges and sinking...

Her biggest weakness; she fell in love, if only briefly with nearly everyone she ever met.

I’m envious of the movie characters who have an automatic soundtrack to their lives; they know what they are supposed to feel by the...

Morning (again) should read instead: Morning (again!)