Old Nick was sitting at his desk looking over a section of the list his secretary had handed him.
The rumor was he checked it twice. In reality he checked it far more often, and he had the final call. The price of being the boss.
He sat there examining…
It was drizzling out.
The wet pavement reflected the lights of the building ahead as though he was walking on across broken a mirror.
It was as though Mother Nature decided that the setting should reflect the grey mood.
Death walked slowly.
Normally, he went about his business without much…
Sometimes truth is stranger than fiction.
In a mostly empty boxing gym on the outskirts of Detroit was where most people saw him for the first time.
For some reason, wherever he went Patrick “The Saint” O’Callahan caused a stir.
But this was especially true in boxing gyms.
Some said it was his size.
Some said…
Read this with the lights on.
You can feel it.
Something’s not right. You try to push it from your mind. But, it lingers there. The uneasiness. The fear that creeps in at night.
You pull the covers up high, hoping that it will just go away.
The temperature drops. You can see your breath. Despite…
I wish for wistful days.
And playing in the snow.
Winter, if one goes by the calendar, should begin in the next couple days.
But, meteorologically speaking I have yet to be caught in winter’s icy grip. …
There’s trouble at the North Pole.
I walked in the coffee shop.
It was slow, only a couple patrons mulling about. “Jingle Bells” was playing in the background, and there was a young elf dressed in a black turtleneck reading poetry.
“Hi, Jackson,” the barista said. She smelled like peppermint and mistletoe.
“Good morning Holly.”
“The…
Be careful what you wish you.
