Brooke L. Davis

Charlotte crept silently from her bed to the open window and gazed at the ocean glowing in the pale moonlight. When she’d said a ghost...

Three months after I turned forty, I awoke from a terrible dream gasping for air at the thought of my own corpse buried six feet under,...

The crows circle above your open grave, their disturbance a harsh unnatural sound emanating from the black blot that blocks out the sun...

I pack the last of my belongings into the red duffle and fling it into the back of Scott’s ancient Jeep. “We’re doing it.” I grin, my...

“Tomorrow I’ll be five,” Emma whispered to her American Girl doll as they snuggled under Emma’s pink comforter with the lace border. Emma...

As the sun blistered the pavement outside, Raymond and I sat beneath the whirling ceiling fan and plotted our escape; retrieve the loot,...

At 2 am, we emerged from the woods. Exhausted from trudging through snow and tripping over fallen timber, we sat down and admired the...

In the dimly lit room with red velvet walls you ask the same question as before because last time, the Universe misunderstood. It’s all...

As Anjelica and Tommy sped up the coast in the turquoise Mustang convertible, the ocean rolled by glittering in the afternoon sun. ...

The written word is dying. Pencil or pen, paper. Archives crumble to dust and disintegrate alone in the stack of old libraries. The...

The masses rush, a school of fish in a stream, into the rush of water as it cascades away into the future. The dart from side to side,...

What happens when the circuitry of the mind grow dim? Delicate filaments become unmoored and float restlessly like grasping tentacles,...