Posts By: Edwin Crowe

Footsteps in Front of My Bedroom

Not again, it’s impossible, please don’t do this to me. It’s dark, I sit up in bed, fear manifesting itself as sweat and anxiety. The footsteps thud past my bedroom again. They pace back and forth, until there’s a knock on my door; I don’t answer it, I’m petrified.

An Anonymous Confession

Two years ago, to the day, I was on a school trip to the Grand Canyon. I can remember it as clear as yesterday. Standing at the edge of that red wound carved into the Earth by ice floes millions of years ago, it cleared my mind; such magnificence, such beauty, my hand on the… Read more »

It’s Happening Again…

It’s 10:30am, I have a class in thirty minutes, my head still hurts from the copious amounts of drink I’d imbibed the night before.  I’m in my underwear, in front of my PC, checking my emails, when I hear shuffling from my front door. *** Wait, I think I need to rewind a bit.  That… Read more »