Down the long narrow hall, the old closet door made of scrapped cherry wood and oak swayed gently back and … Continue reading The Skinner Man

  I used to sublet from my best friend, who was a model, so while she was away on location … Continue reading The Stare

“You’d have a better chance of seeing Jesus Christ, little brother.” Jimmy, my older brother, exclaimed, when I told him … Continue reading My Best Friend as a Child was a Mythological Creature

TALES OF THE MISSING TRAVELERS  PART  2 “Becky” The sun was shining through the evergreens like fairy dust glittering the … Continue reading Tales of the Missing Travelers Part: 2 “Becky”

  WHAT THE HELL? PART  2 That was how I began my teen years, and it only got better from … Continue reading WHAT THE HELL: PART 2

TALES OF THE MISSING TRAVELERS PART I “Sylvie” I drove home from work as the blizzard encompassed everything in its … Continue reading TALES OF THE MISSING TRAVELERS PART I: “Sylvie”

Ravenous rain tore up the dirt road that led to the house at the end of Highgrove street. The mud … Continue reading HEART COLLECTOR

Photo by Keyur Nandaniya enhanced using PICS ART under creative commons licensing By KB HURST for Terra Turas Storm Moon in … Continue reading LION MOON

Photo by KB HURST PART I Some people fall in love with another human being, much like the couple at … Continue reading Sylvia Stanton of Artist House PART I

Photo by Kalhh Something smelled. It was coming from the attic above my brother Henry’s bedroom. The old farmhouse reeked … Continue reading THE ATTIC