Brooke L. Davis

When the path diverges, we must always choose, not knowing if the road untaken will ever present itself again. With the benefit of time...

In her dream, Madison fled up the forest game trail to escape her vindictive zombie boyfriend. When the chrome bumper and rusted hood of...

Existing is not living. It is marking hours, hiding in plain sight, pretending nothing is wrong.

Jessica sat at the window and watched the snow fall in soft flakes onto the distant mountain. January in Vermont was a test; who could...

We are not allowed to feel the sun warm our face for more than a fleeting moment. We are not allowed to bask in newfound love without...

When Elizabeth discovered the yellowing, brittle diary in the dusty trunk stashed in her recently departed grandmother’s attic, she...

Love shifts, like a herd of horses drifting over the wide prairie, changing directions as the wind blows.

Erika sighed and purged yet another box. She and Tyler were moving for only the second time in twenty-five years of marriage, and they...

What remains unsaid rolls out with the tide after parting. Time and distance provide the illusion of safety. But beneath the calm, the...

When the destructors descended – the fire, the robbers, – Annabelle had wept. She hated that house with the hill so close behind; the...

Summer glides like a vulture surveying its prey; merciless and low, it circles and calculates. Silently, it touches down and cackles as...

Ethan sat on the edge of the deck, strumming his guitar in the mist that blanketed the hayfield. He’d debated during Emily’s service...

Amidst the raw carnage, my beating heart lies still. After their deaths, the chamber drained, empty. But now, distance and time have...

Marvin Hemstead was getting out. Joe Cochran was a greedy idiot who’d almost ridden the gang into an ambush of deputies after the last...

The wind whirls the spring storm down the mountain, across the wide valley chased by laden rain clouds. Fat drops splatter on rocks and...

Who knew John Keats could inspire deception? Susan couldn’t remember when she and Tom had purchased the poetry book, but Tom, a romantic,...

Crocus return each spring to brighten the graveyard. Purple, yellow, white, and pink blossoms open. Small bright shining blossoms face...

Carlie had noticed the mannequin in the department store window as she’d walked to work. Body-conscious after a recent painful breakup,...

My love, unrequited, stills and shatters my heart as night lays down its thick woolen death shroud.

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...