Over the last decade or so, we have seen a sharp increase of ‘soulslike’ games that attempt (and not always successfully) to capture the...

Written for and published in Scrawl's first publication: Ending Stopping Closing. Big thank you to Scrawl's head, Hattie Morrison, for...

My dad used to refer to his office as his tower. A small room tucked away near the front of the house, it was where guests used it to...

Friend of my youth, Fuck, man. What happened to you? I feel like I should’ve done something earlier, something small — to help, or to be...

Not everyone knows, but I've been (*hair toss*) working on a novel! Since early 2020! While I'm only about halfway done with the first...

The silicon baton clobbered Mae’s head with a hearty thwunk as she slumped to the ground. The armored officer then stepped over her into...

Waves lapped against the towering jagged rocks that spiked up along the shores of the massive lake. The thick fogs of late November made...