Alexander Pope once quipped that the ninth Beatitude was “Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.” Thomas Hardy outlined his formula for a happy life in a poem titled “He Never Expected Much.” It had such an impact that it’s inscribed on his tombstone. To my credit, I’ve internalized these … More Blue Blood, Bad Books, Boogeymen, and Bummers
“Well, what tongue does the wind talk? What nationality is a storm? What country do rains come from? What color is lightning? Where does thunder go when it dies?” ― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes What’s the closest thing to free? $0.99. (Disclaimer: It’s actually $0.01, but just go with it.) For a … More Thunder Day: Free Short Stories Thursday!
Fifteen years ago, when two friends and I decided to embark on an amateur ghost hunt, it wasn’t anywhere near Halloween. I think it was May. I’ve had some hair-raising experiences since, but what I lived through that night and in the aftermath is about as unnerving as it gets. Therefore, it only seemed fitting … More “Pumpkins Grin in Their Despair”: Welcoming October