It's usually a few days before the festival of the flowers that I return home. Not for anyone. Not for family. Not for friendship. But for the sunflowers. The week-long festival takes happens only once in three years. Why? No one remembers. I enter the town the night before the festival starts. Taking up lodging in the inn on the Mulberry street, I sleep to wash away the fatigue of my travels....

Two sentence horror story. 

NOWHERE TO BEHe Wakes Stretches and lights a cheap smoke Purple sky this morning Silent suburbia   Houses in leafy rows Old brickwork skeletal In the soft pale light Five days showing on his chin Two day t-shirt  Bathed in aftershave The car struggles to start again  Pulling hard down the back roads Fresh cigarette smoke swirls Sun gleaming through glass Gaudy corner shop lighting And a bored c...

This place is ridiculous I thought as I scanned the shop. My eyes drifting from one drunken tourist to the next. How did I get here? Fourteen years of training and dedication to be discarded to a job that could be handled by an electronic door opener. This trashy souvenir shop acted as a front and a safe house. Originally opened in the early sixties. A result of the relationship between Russi...

I am so excited to announce the release of The Gospel According to Rachel, a new short story set in the universe of The Kesher Chronicles! Find it at the link: Available now at your favorite digital store! The Gospel According to Rachel by Sarah Wallin-Huff books2read.com The story can be read and enjoyed by anyone, regardless if they’ve read any of the main Kesher Chro...

Concerned with all problems that plagued him, a turn to the subconscious held great intention. “How beautiful it is to finally indulge in the great infinite?” He tired the topics of old, grew on the new and collapsed into the worn leather armchair he had dragged– against its will– through the last 22 years of living situations.“How do you fold your mind continuously without a hint of exhaustion...