If loving the written word is wrong…I don’t want to be right!

Despite their macabre imaginations, they don’t believe the things they say, all those things about magic and fantômes. But I do. I know he lingers. I’ve heard his voice, soft as a lover’s whisper.

You know what people are doing on the other side of the world, what’s happening on another planet, but not what’s going on inside the person next to you.

It was the sunlight coming through the window that woke Alex up; mother nature’s own alarm clock rudely snapped him back to consciousness. The white light poured in so arrogantly that it was too much...

I had a dream. In the dream someone was critical of my newest novel The Snail’s Castle. I said, “don’t worry about it. If you don’t like it, just throw it out the window.” I...

Sifting through scattered memories is like sifting through sand. Some remain, some simply slipaway…– TARA

As the sun lowered into the city’s skyline, casting an orange glow over the islands, Jana could feel people’s hopes rising.

So you’re the little smart ass from Poleglass.”I wanted to point out he sounded like Dr. Seuss but bit my lip and remembered the warning the old lady gave me.

Just read The Virtue of Minding Your Own Business. Oh my, what currents run deep! Beautifully seen, beautifully told. Praise praise praise . . . Pardon my French, but you are one darn major American...

Darkness crept through. Shadows pried at doors, teased dull edges of recollections that never quite took hold. Memories that would have shriveled under the blinding sun of daylight. And reason.

It feels as though it were just yesterday Grandfather exited my life like a bullet, leaving a bleeding hole behind.

We sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.

When you turn around, you’ll see something I bet you’ve never seen before. If it takes your breath away, then you’ll fit in nicely. If you don’t feel anything, then maybe you don’t belong here.

The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.

Danilo’s was the kind of place where many drinking men come to hide, be it from their wives, in-laws, their jobs or life in general. it was where men and women can come to drink...

Elsa’s mother no longer spoke to her of men and love, but of duty and fate and accepting one’s burden. As far as Elsa could tell, if love really was the inherited female domain, then...