In a dustless room, stacked high with manila folders sat The Man with a half eaten sandwich. He opened a folder bearing the name “Joe”. Smiling, he held up the folder and looked at the photo of the hapless fellow, attached with a paper clip. Distracted...

The smell of sweat, lust and sin lingered in the air, there was also the smell of money. This was the devil’s house, a cornucopia of evil. And the mistake the innocent made, was to think that evil was ugly. This particular evil flashed a smile of...

It was summer. We met at a party with the music too loud and a crowd too young for our tastes. She liked to talk and I listened. She talked of her youth, a father that adored her and snuck candy to her late at nights. And a mother that brushed her hair...

How do you articulate something intangible? How do you describe the terrain of a dreamscape to an outsider?

There were stalactites and stalagmites, but what is purple here, is known by another name elsewhere.

What does “Opium” refer to?

In this case,...