“What are you doing?”
The patio door swung open. I panicked and jumped about ten feet. She was...
Every Writer
Richard Edwards has a BFA in Creative Writing and Journalism from Bowling Green State University and an M.S. in Education from the University of Akron. Managing editor of Drunk Duck, poetry editor for Prairie Margins, reporter for Miscellany, Akron Journal, Lorain Journal, and The BG News. He has also worked as a professional writer and editor in the medical publishing industry for several years. For the last 15 years Richard has also taught literature and writing at the secondary and post-secondary levels. He works much of the time with at-risk students.
The restaurant is crowded and the hum is building as the place quickly fills and the overfilled...
I sat across from Sarah in the kitchen, her dark brown hair held to one side with...
Dead?” she asked the officer standing at the door. Martha wore a shocked look.
My dad tapped the top of his beer can and turned Tom Petty up louder.
"Make sure you...
I was sitting in my room when I first saw it. Or thought I saw it, I...
October 22, 2015 by Rayma Elaine It was a chilly Thursday, sometime last November. I had very...
Since her mother left and they moved into that old Victorian home, Martin saw his daughter, Eva,...
You know those horror stories that start out with a line something like 'it was a dark...
Detective Burns and Lowry hurried down the creaky hallway with weapons firmly drawn. Cobwebs and exposed wiring...
No, don’t wake up. I’ve been waiting for a quiet moment.
Father Rosso stood over the corpseless head, his beautiful white robes stained with blood. His body was...
Even before I open my eyes, I feel its dark, malignant presence. It stands motionless in the...
“Can’t we watch something more interesting?”
These weird double-people Melody observed from time to time around the house never hurt her, but the...
