The Devil's Diaries

  I woke up not in heaven, but in another hospital room. It took me a few minutes to get my bearings.  When I did I saw Michael sitting in t...

  Prologue   I know a thing or two about fairy tales. Not the Disney kind. The kind that gives children nightmares. When I was a kid...

I am the servant of time of a truth I cannot form made of wisps and dirt and stolen pieces of lung I tried to breathe around it that was alw...

  I slipped into the booth across from Bryan, where he sat nursing a drink.  At his half smile I said i n a stiff voice, “Hi.” “Hi. You’re...

  I prayed to a god I no longer believed in and pressed the call button. The line never rang on his end. There was just his voice, saying,...

  The pen bothered me.  It was fat and filled with ink cartridges, from black to the colors of the rainbow. “Where’d you get this again?” I ...

  The message read, It’s over .  He then attached an itinerary for a flight reservation in my name from Madison to San Francisco, in one wee...