Robert Quick

Behind the shimmering curtain of rain, made bright by passing headlights, a stately house appeared. …

In the dark my hands made twisted shapes, more through intuition than direction. They danced like th…

Hurrying to the bathroom, I felt like I was going to burst. I prayed that no one was in it and reach…

The cool of the window pane seeped into Roger's skin, bringing blessed cold. In a few minutes it wou…

Cicadas sang in the heat of the day. Mostly. But it was well past sundown and the night was far fr…

“Nice shirt.” Adela said. Her eyes glittered mischievously.

I was wearing my classic Star Wars shi…

The last thing I remembered was driving . . . somewhere. Somewhere important. I think to meet somebo…

The two fighters were clumsy. They didn't know that before but they knew it now. Winning a fight was…

When the moment came to reveal his finished product, he felt trepidation. It was time to face the re…

Arden Waithe never wanted to be on the boat. Or any boat. His experience had taught him that sailing…

I stare into the depths of a cloudy marble. The outermost glass is clear but there is a swirling ste…

It's difficult to grow up. Shoot, it's difficult to even figure out what that means. I suspect that …

I'm in a fun house. I've always like how the good ones play with perception. It reminds me of the Ge…

In the darkness when man does sleep

and a pallid moon is the only company he keeps

the waves are cal…

Veron Gerrick scrolled through the palace alerts looking for anything that demanded his personal att…