The small band of friends were hiking a few feet from a small river and through the low hills of the National Park with Tom lagging behind about two-hundred feet. While they continued, he knelt down to take a picture of a group of flowers. When they realized he had not caught up to them,…

He was looking forward to a chilled tumbler of Scotch, his deep recliner and  newest book, ‘The Call of Cthulhu and Other Stories,’ by H. P. Lovecraft, as he, the night manager, turned the key in the restaurant’s backdoor lock. He had two days off and looked forward to the coming respite. Hobarth Stonegrinder lived…

A Nevada State Highway Patrol Trooper is making his regular late-night patrol when jus’ before midnight, he spots a lone car parked in an out of the way ‘Lovers Lane.’ Believing he’ll catch the occupants in the throes of passion, he decides to investigate. As he carefully approaches the car to get a closer look,…

His note, found on the front seat of his Tesla 300, explained silently, “Whatever this eldritch thing is, I dared not speak its name into the air, for to do so, I would have brought the beast upon humanity.” It would prove to be part of the last missive undertaken by the portly, middle-aged University…

The man lived alone Save for a dog he had. But I wish I had known His dog wasn’t all bad. Sure, he growled, teeth Bare and ready to bite, Raised hackles beneath, For what came to light, While enjoying my stew The beast hated my soul, For I really had not a clue: I…

It’s obvious that the guy who discovered milk was doing some weird stuff to the cow.

Saw the spirit of Marilyn, Saying goodbye to Mr. Miller, From the courthouse steps. Followed her down To the Virginia Street bridge, Watching breathlessly, She tossed her ring Into the swift moving Truckee. Then with no one asking Her for her autograph, She simply turned away, Laughing and smiling, Walking in Reno, Marilyn faded away.

He looked at his bologna and cheese sandwich, then took another bite, smacking his lips noisily as he chewed, knowing it was one of the only human sounds he’d hear that day. Finished with lunch, Mo checked his watch: 23 minutes left. Mo was the last of his breed, a Meat-sack, they called him, still…

“So, what’s your birthstone?” she asked. “Typically, ‘ruby,’” he answered, “But now it’s ‘rock bottom.’”

Do I buy new underwear or the three taco meal-deal? Decisions, decisions.