Peter Emmett Naughton

A brother bent on destruction, an imaginary friend with its own agenda, an Ex haunting the airwaves, and those stubborn stains on your...

Evan first noticed the sign on his way to work while waiting for the number forty-two bus. It was taped to a telephone pole across from...

He was sick of it. Completely fed up with every goddamn thing he could think of and too tired to do anything about it except feel...

The box was so nondescript that its very plainness almost made it suspect. A light brown cardboard cube roughly the size of a basketball...

The message on Mitch’s phone was only a few seconds long, sent from a number he didn’t recognize. It had become a commonplace...