I just needed a ride. He was there. Always there. It didn’t occur to me until it was too late… Read more Driven
I just needed a ride. He was there. Always there. It didn’t occur to me until it was too late… Read more Driven
Saint Patrick wasn’t always so saintly. Nor was he always “just a poor boy,” as Freddie Mercury might have described.… Read more Another Celebration of a Rich White Boy
She’s so lucky, she’s an Irishwoman. But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinkin’, “If there’s nothing missing… Read more Lucky
He had hated work all his life. Who didn’t? It was the worst place in the world. Except what people… Read more The Faux Commuter
Atlas as a trashman is well-suited to the profession. According to a semi-reliable source, he likes so much to shrug,… Read more Atlas As A Trashman
She laughed. It was quiet at first, to herself. But then the laughter became more uproarious the higher the flames… Read more Witch Hunt
It wasn’t planned, not at first. The entire thing just became a runaway train, like so many botched enterprises. Eleanor… Read more Oreo Revenge Paid in Canine Blood
He was what you expected a zookeeper to look like. Especially one who worked not so much at a zoo,… Read more Zoo Stalker
Every night, like clockwork, the dog would approach his bowl. And every night, he would lap up the water for… Read more The Long Drink
The window burst open in the middle of the night, as though by sorcery rather than the simple explanation of… Read more Il Vento del Vesuvio