Carl W. Bosch

The grey wolf emerged from the darkening edge of the forest and stood alert, nose high, scanning the farmer's farthest fields. ...

Phobias are interesting. And scary. And a little crazy. Just how crazy? I'm not insane. I'm not. But you're not gonna believe that. In...

Last year I had the extreme pleasure of reading "Flight or Fright" a compendium of horror stories all based on flying. Authors as...

Welcome friends, neighbors, associates, miscreants, and relatives to the fourth annual Halloween Project. Each October for the last...

We weren't bad, not truly bad. We were rambunctious. We were wise-ass litle punks. We were obnoxious. We were stupid. We were...

Read Good Bones - Part 1 The next three weeks found Andy in any of three places; Police Department, Public Library, or asleep and...

Children squealed as they bounced from car to car jacked by both excitement and sugar. Little goblins, scarecrows, a variety of Disney...

The old man, very old man, was rail thin, wore a droopy, floppy hat like an Australian cast-off, and staggered along the edge of the...

Mouth agape, Adrian stared at the whiteboard in the front of the classroom. He had been slow to move when the bell rang to signal the...

The vintage photograph album called to Mason although he wished that it hadn't. Slowly meandering through the "Oldest and Largest...