Where the Black Trees Grow by MD Walker

My dress clung limply to my body, drenched in sweat, as I rushed through the pitch-black alleys and side roads. Trash littered the walkways and mysterious shadows lurked around every corner. Still I hurried on. Mama always said that New Orleans after dark was no place for proper young ladies, but proper young ladies don’t … Continue reading Where the Black Trees Grow by MD Walker

2nd Place Winner of the PM Writing Contest

Jerome of the Rosary by Steven Spitzer A light burned dimly in the corner of the basement, its light slowly creeping into the darkness.  Wooden stairs were just visible, the side of each step tracing a vague, staccato line up towards the ceiling.  A table stood in the center of the room, surrounded by darkness … Continue reading 2nd Place Winner of the PM Writing Contest