A "WRIGHT"ER'S LIFE

A novelette about grief, crises of faith, death, and the afterlife.

January She plays for an empty room. Her fingers slide up and down the neck effortlessly, dance from string to string with the intimate...

Dear Reader: I don’t know why I’m writing this. I don’t want to share my pain—isn’t there already enough of it to wrap around the world a...

Three people occupied the chamber. A man, tall, with hair the color of honey and startlingly wide eyes, hovered over a girl, readjusting...