What’s The Frequency, Kenneth?

Oh em gee. So I have spent the last two days ransacking my very tiny space for my newest plot notes and I CAN'T FIND THEM! I remember it was very late at night and I had written them in my notebook. Easy peasy, right? Wrong. I only have a million notebooks scattered from one …

SHORT STORY: Bare Bones

It was late. Dark. A soft wind wrestled with the tips of Emma's hair as they scrambled their way through the thick barrage of trees. Caleb tugged her lightly from ahead, hand loosely gripping hers as he guided her to Sawyer's Pond. She knew they shouldn't be going there and the knots in the pit …