Ray didn’t know the science behind the weapon the invaders used or the sadistic reason they would choose to leave so many in a state that was half life/half death, wandering aimlessly, agelessly and with an unquenchable hunger. Ray didn’t know if they were still alive or were nothing more than soul-less shells. But, it was an eternal punishment that, in his opinion, was not any better than Hell itself and, in many ways, even worse.

Mini Article.

The Great Lakes have their own legends of ghost ships.

Short story about my transition into a place where I spent several years as a boy.
Just part of an excerpt that will have more added to it. This is just a start.

Small moments create big memories.

One chilly October morning in Traverse City, Michigan.

There is not a substitute for a good back scratching.