A rustling noise came from behind them. Norman turned to see a shaking tree limb. Then, something fell from the air and hit the ground in front of them. A bloody scrap of meat lay on the forest floor.… more
Tag Archives: PTSD
No Harm at All
FICTION by Joey Poole“The scar shifted with each movement, crawling like a snake across his torso, emerging from his shorts just to the right of his belly button, cutting across his chest and ending where his nipple would have been had it not been gouged away by the shrapnel.” … more
Landmine
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Ray Shea“Wife-beating has a unique and unforgettable sound, especially when it wakes you up in the middle of the night…”… more
