Black Plague

Sometimes, you sit down to write, and you get nothing. Absolutely nothing. You just stare at the page (or screen) and try to make something interesting happen. Other times, stories just hit you. For me, it’s usually when I’m doing something menial. My last instance of this was when I was cleaning the kitchen after […]

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A Garden of Graves

by E.V. Jacob on June 21, 2012

Anna hobbled up the hill to the field where a fresh grave waited.  It was a small, crude hole in the earth; it hadn’t taken long for her to dig. She struggled with each step, not because the body was heavy – the others had been far larger and more difficult to move.  Her strain […]

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