Carl W. Bosch

This serial killer is so obvious, Preston thought. So typical. A stereotype. The black clothes, face mask, gloves. The thick piano...

Annie hammered her nearly frozen fist on the large metal door, the sound muffled by her climbing glove within her ski mitten. She...

I see the black squirrel. I see it sitting there right now. It’s there on the front porch railing. Looking right at me. Right at me! And...

Roger didn’t sleep well that first evening it all began. His glance at the bedside clock told him the time exactly. 2:17. He moaned and...

“Dude, you can’t do this kind of shit. It’s too crazy. It’s way over the top.” “Relax, Randy, you know it’s all part of the fun. It’s...

Year Number Six of the Halloween Project. This simple ghost tale is dedicated to my father April 10, 1926 - September 7, 2022 “Hey kid,”...

So ends Year #5 of the Halloween Project. Not quite ten stories, but many more are squirming around my brain. Kill – (def.) – a body of...

This story is based on a true, existing condition. Did you ever hear something in background noise? A voice? A melodic line? A...,...

Who do you trust? What's the criteria for believing in someone? How are people lost? Bobby Wilcox, even as an eleven year old, knew...

Six word story. Is it possible? Is it real? Oddly enough, it’s true and living in the world. Starting about ten years ago it’s been...