Drafts.
Revisions.
On the Desk.
The ones I’m building when no one’s looking.
Work in Progress
Some close to finished. Others still taking shape.
Killing Ichabod
Peter Brennan’s father died of a heart attack. Natural causes. Hundreds of witnesses, no foul play. Just bad luck. But thirteen-year-old Pete saw what they didn’t.
Slam Gate
A quiet Saturday morning. A boy with a plan. Woods that feel familiar until they don’t.