Polly’s Haven

I have nightmares. We all do. However, I tend to enjoy mine, mainly because they stay exactly where they are…in my dreams. I remember one particular nightmare, where I was stuck in a hall and the walls started to crack and break, as if the hallway itself were opening...

The Rosary

Author: Ron Ripley Editor: Emma Salam Connor looked through the haze of tobacco smoke from his pipe at the morning light as it crested the horizon. A flock of turkeys moved through the tall grass, their dark feathers flush with the sun’s glow. The pair of toms that...

The Treasure Hunter

Author: Ron Ripley Editor: Emma Salam Jack Matthews specialized in fine antiques, artwork, and estate jewelry. Many people saw him around at various estate sales, auctions, and the occasional flea market. Nobody ever witnessed him purchasing estate jewelry, however....

The Dog Tracker

Author: Ron Ripley Editor: Emma Salam Adam stood outside of the hen house and looked at the carnage. Feathers and blood littered the yard around the long wooden structure.  Dozens of shell-shocked hens stood around Adam. The rooster, his strut stolen by the chaos of...

Crowe’s Bed and Breakfast

Author: Ron Ripley Editor: Emma Salam Route 89 was amazing. The highway cut up through New Hampshire and into Vermont, and it was alive with the bright colors of New England’s Fall. Derek loved the annual trip up through Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and...