Flash Fiction: Nightmare Man

She does not remember a time when he didn’t strangle her dreams and turn them into nightmares. When his eyes, black as pitch, bottomless, didn’t stare down at her through a snow white mask, a mask she knew was meant to disguise hideous scars, flesh opened up to world, exposing rotten muscle and bone. When … Continue reading

In Which I Tell You How Writing Saved My Life

I have been writing for as long as I can remember. What began as ten page picture books I’d create on printer paper and staple together soon became an obsession. By the time I was in fifth grade, I was writing twenty page short stories that made my teacher wonder if I even had a … Continue reading