Robert Quick

There was no way Lenn could bring himself to stuff the cat into his backpack. Not only would it be u…

“Goddamned cat, you're like a living jump scare.” Lenn muttered.

The cat meowed plaintively, tail u…

He thumbed the keys upward so that they sprouted beyond his knuckles like metal spikes. Should he re…

The wind gusted this way and that, sweeping the rain away before slamming it back at Lenn in huge we…

His shoes and pants were soaked. Cold, they stuck to clung to him like a heavy second skin. As he tu…

Someone screamed. Lenn paused for a moment. It was difficult to tell with the whine of the siren and…

Threading through the streets, past storefronts that still had power, Lenn kept one hand on his wall…

In my absences, the wreathes had dried out and disintegrated into sticks, fragments of leaf and brok…

Ken tapped the bottom of his beer bottle against the table. It made the satisfyingly hard knock that…

Max paced the room. His encounter with the doctor hadn't gone as well as he'd hoped and he was keyed…

“Hey, you going on Friday?”

Darceline finished replying to the message on her phone and looked up. …

As Max watched the doctor retrieve the metal crutches and struggled to push himself erect, he was st…

“I'll have the files brought here. You can sleep in the ah guest room at the of the hall. I hope tha…

In the dark, the falling snow outside looked like ash. The flurries that spun around the ruddy pollu…

The house on the hill looked like an aged porn star. Enough work had been done to make it superficia…