Category Archives: Creative Writing

Jacob’s Lake had always been our sanctuary—a place where the world seemed to pause, where we could leave the noise and stress of our lives behind. Nestled deep within the Kaibab National Forest in Northern Arizona, the cabin we rented each year was surrounded by towering pines, thick underbrush, and a stillness that was bothContinue reading “Watcher in the Woods”

I’ve been lying here for days now, son, waiting for the end. I know it’s coming; I can feel it in my bones, in the way the air has grown colder. I don’t have much time left, and there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve kept buried for fifty years. It’s about Korea,Continue reading “The Cold Beyond”

I used to believe that loyalty and duty were virtues. They were words I clung to, ideals that guided me in my early days as a guard at the facility. I told myself I was just doing my job, keeping order in a world that seemed to be slipping into chaos. But it wasn’t untilContinue reading “Angel of Pain”

It was supposed to be an adventure, a chance to see the world and break free from the monotony of everyday life. That’s what I told myself when I decided to hitchhike across the country. The open road, the thrill of the unknown, the people I’d meet along the way—it all seemed so romantic, soContinue reading “The Endless Road”

I never thought my life would unravel on such an ordinary night. The plan was simple: drive from Kansas to Colorado, crash with my buddy for the weekend, and decompress from the grind. I’d packed a cooler, loaded my favorite playlist, and hit the road under the ink-black sky. The world was quiet, except forContinue reading “The Silent Hitchhiker”

The wind howled through the vast, desolate landscape of the Navajo reservation, carrying with it the eerie echoes of the past. The old farmhouse stood alone, its wooden structure weathered by time and the harsh elements. The silence of the night was oppressive, broken only by the occasional yip of a coyote in the distance.Continue reading “Navajo Reunion”

The summer of 2002 began like every other summer in our small town—a time of boundless freedom and sun-drenched days. The air was thick with the smell of freshly cut grass and the sound of cicadas buzzing in the trees. We lived in a close-knit community where everyone knew each other’s names, where front doorsContinue reading “The Whisperer”

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep hues of orange and purple as the shadows of the pine trees lengthened across the forest floor. I had always found comfort in the woods, a place to escape the noise and demands of daily life. The deep silence, the earthy scent of pineContinue reading “Man in the Pines”

When I was eleven, life was all about adventure. My father, a serviceman stationed at Fort Campbell, had been deployed for most of the time we lived there, leaving me with endless curiosity about the place we called home. Fort Campbell was a massive military base, a sprawling mix of civilization and wilderness that hadContinue reading “Fort Campbell”

The hardest part about carrying this story for so long is the fact that no one will ever know the truth. For decades, I’ve kept this secret buried deep, locked away in the darkest corners of my mind, but the memories—those cursed memories—they refuse to stay hidden. I’m an old man now, closer to theContinue reading “Solomon Giants”