Robert Quick

If you take the covered bridge over the River Ren and follow the twisting road that bisects the stag…

Our train of wagons, ten strong, traveled along the narrow ledges of the Rushaven Mountains. Even as…

Jimmy and I turned the corner onto South 8th Street. Spring was starting to add some new color in th…

The Walmart and its parking lot were gone, replaced by a fleshy dome. Colors swam inside, alternatin…

I wanted to see how Jake's birthday party was going and reached over the gate to let myself into the…

Rain pelted the windshield of our station wagon and the wipers carried the water away in wide flat a…

Pressing into the mirror, I slid into shadow. Coldness suffused every cell of my body until the pain…

“Haha, mommy. You made a boob!” Kara Jean laughed.

Sam looked at the curved mound of sand. She supp…

Simon Krapper whimpered from his cross. He was still alive. Eyes bleary from pain, from tears, from …

I awoke with a start to noise from downstairs: a series of thumps punctuated by broken glass, as if …

Red sunburned skin scored the rounded edges of my shoulder blades, along the outsides of my forearms…

I stepped of the Rail and dropped down to street level. Anticipation quickened my steps. My presence…

I had been there working on the same sentence for an hour when she slid into the booth across from m…

Wind hammered the windows and made the shutters crack against the outside of Kevin's house. Bent ove…

Before entering through the hole he'd made, Darnell unhooked his tether and attached it to a metal e…