Coffin Walker

The stars wink at me, shining eyes in a midnight blanket, but with no mouth to smile, or ears to hear my cry: I can’t get out. I seep into the earth, like the river when it wells with tears on a blistering summer day, as if it misses the birds that played on itsContinue reading “Coffin Walker”

A Whistle in the Night

Roy has left the reservation and it’s superstitions for a rich man’s paradise. The reservation superstitions don’t let go so easily. When Roy makes the mistake of whistling in the night, something horrifying answers the call.

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