After the interest from Monday’s post and an email from a former roommate telling me of his enthusiasm for Nathaniel Hawthorne, I feel compelled to write about a favorite short story of mine: “Rappaccini’s Daughter” (pub. 476 more words
On an ordinary Tuesday afternoon, after his chores and errands had been completed and a humdrum afternoon with Johnnie Walker loomed ahead, Mike contemplated the future of his widowhood and made the decision to find a wife. 885 more words
In the dark, there are no names.
The neon lights of the publishing house on the other side of the road have been cold for hours now, but they have left an aura of pale life within my eyes. 3,286 more words
There’s really no other way to say it, my best friend, Liam, has gone crazy. I know, as his best friend, that I should be supportive and embrace the crazy but this isn’t what I thought I was signing up for. 1,761 more words