Author: Trinayan

Daryl “Devil” Johnson I stood in front of the doors as they swung back and forth in the wind. My

To my readers, Thank you for the wonderful applause to the first entry in the Twisted Desert series. The second

We used to live in Old Rosemary — one of the biggest towns in the state back then. Pops was

Greetings to my respected readers. As you might’ve noticed, this is the first time I’m writing something addressed directly to

I stood in the backyard, in the middle of it all, staring right at the grave. People donning black formals

The car swerved away from the avenue and into the motel’s driveway. As it cruised along the parking lots, the

1 The van ride was painfully long. I could only picture what the inside looked like. All I could see