Why We Write

Okay, I guess I need to make some sort of point before this runs too long, and it would have to be this: never lose sight of why you picked up the pen in the first place. Always stay true to pen and craft, no matter what.

The Ghost Next Door

The ghost ripped, tore, and yanked itself in the slowest, most gut-wrenching, gruesome way one could imagine. It skin tore like cheese from a pizza, its mouth opened so wide the corners started to tear, its chest split in half and revealed a beating heart doing the same, intestines leaked out and were sucked back in as if by a vacuum and black goo welled up and covered its insides.