It was barely noticeable when it began, no more than a zephyr, sighing, stirring the dusty ochre earth to eddy around the soles of her boots. She paid it no mind, the restless air. Not in this country...

Written By: Nick Young It could be said with little disputation that there was no more desirable bachelor in all of France than Jean-Louis Armand de Compiègne, son of the Comte Lucien Armand, widely r...

Nick Young

It had come again, rising from within, a murmur—the awful scrabbling, the horrid scritch, scritch, scritch—a rat between the walls, desperate for a way out.  No exit.   No respite.   Only louder. And,...

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He stumbled and pitched forward, shooting out his left hand. And though he stopped himself from going face first into the gully muck [...]

He began drumming the fingers of his right hand lightly against the tumbler, its cut glass cooled by the ice and what remained of the bourbon. It was an aimless rhythm that signified nothing save his ...

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by Nick Young (January 2026) The cigarettes winked in quick succession, like two orange fireflies in the deep July night. Hotter than righteous holy hell, it was. That's just the

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Teddy Barnes let his eye roam over the interior of the trailer to make sure all the gear was where it belonged before shutting the double doors and snapping the padlock in place. He pulled a pack of c...

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From her earliest memories, Laura Bishop had been entranced by summer flowers.  Every year, behind the small clapboard  farmhouse where she lived with her mother and father, the hillside that sloped g...

Marla folded the last of the towels and slipped them inside a large plastic shopping bag she kept for her trips to the laundromat.  She was happy to be leaving. The building, squat, gray cinderblock, ...

It was an autumn afternoon in the park. A gust of chill wind and she turned my way, snugging the collar of her jacket, brushing an errant auburn lock from her forehead, smiling. It was only a fleet…

Jezebel

He was a man of the Revealed Word; so Elijah Crimmins put his face to the world. At forty-one, imposing of stature, with a thick mane of prematurely silver hair

I first met him when I was twenty-four.

Too cool.

By Nick Young From her earliest memories, Laura Bishop had been entranced by summer flowers. Every year, behind the small clapboard farmhouse where she lived with her mother and father, the hillside ...

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It would not be found on any tourist map, but ask the locals; they could tell you. In the dark heart of St. Martin Parish, east of New Iberia by a handful of miles as the heron flies, lies Bayou Lafou...

HUE, ‘68 He’d been really quiet for days, since the trip to the doctor’s office. Who could blame him? The x-ray didn’t lie. No need for a medical degree to understand what the gray spots scattered …

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