southern gothic
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Sinking (Part II)
A knock on the door of his father’s cabin told John he wasn’t alone in the deep woods. What’s waiting on the other side will answer all his questions, whether he wants them or not… Continue reading
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Sinking (Part 1)
John hadn’t spoken to his father in fifteen years. Now he’s alone in the old man’s cabin, cleaning up what’s left of a life that wanted nothing to do with him. When his car gets stuck in the soft Alabama… Continue reading
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Where I’ve Been (And Why the Site Got Quiet)
The short version: we had a baby. Her name is Jordan, and she arrived and rearranged every priority I thought I had. Sleep schedules, feeding windows, the specific and relentless math of keeping a new person alive… All of it… Continue reading
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Blight
The night air pressed down like rain-soaked bedsheets. Old, worn shoes rubbed Anthony Barron’s sockless ankles raw as they slapped against cracked concrete. Behind him, a Holtson City cop’s flashlight jittered between houses. “Stop running, boy!” He knew better than… Continue reading
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We Don’t Talk About Monsters
Halloween hands us easy monsters: plastic fangs, rubber masks, store-bought blood. They’re safe because we know they’re not real. Real monsters dress better. They keep tidy lawns and shake your hand at the ballgame. They’re at every community service event.… Continue reading
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Haunting Contradictions
Being scared is a natural part of life. But it’s never been my favorite part. Which may sound odd considering my chosen form of storytelling. But like the subject matter itself, I’m full of contradictions. I don’t enjoy the sensation… Continue reading
R.D. Sellers 