It would be a week before the smell of rot would alert the worker on my grandfather’s farm to what had happened – to what I had done. The body of Holden was found crumpled and bloodied in a silo of grain by Hugh on his monthly equipment check-up – he noticed the stench and…
Creative
Three stalled raps against the wood –
With this familiar knock, Professor John Lark was pulled from his trance; the dense and difficult theories saturating his mind instantly faded from thought. He transferred his gaze from the charts sprawled across his desk to the girl who lingered at the door.
“Dad, I can’t sleep.”
Stella…
Paul was sitting behind a lavish mahogany desk in a study that could only be described as intellectual. Large windows with rustic wooden furnishings, dark green painted walls slathered with framed degrees and a large oil painting of a man in his late 60s dressed entirely in tweed. The man was bald with a thick…