Leo R. Skoble

One of my friends and I were talking about horror and I mentioned that my among my favorite sub-genres of horror was suburban horror. (Other favorite sub-genres are body horror, existential horror, and whatever the Magnus Archives is. Please don't kill me, I haven't listened to the Magnus Protocol yet) Anyway, she lent me this book and it ended up being one of the best examples of the sub-genre I've ever read. A problem I find with some genre media is that because I know it's

WHAM! The gavel cried out in pain upon hitting its unwilling partner in its democratic dance of lies. Theodore was shaken from his dissociation. “All rise as the Honorable Justice Clemens enters the courtroom,” a monotonous man droned. “May his judgement be fair and just, honoring the illumination of truth in the Everlit City.” Theodore Porter had always hated the light. He stood, mirroring the behavior of the prosecutor. He now stood in an empty hall, lacking a jury or spect

I saw the travel brochure in the lobby of the anger management clinic. Yes, I know the clinic isn’t just for that, but I don’t care. That’s all it is to me. An hour of my precious week that I must throw at the feet of this crystal-loving therapist with chunky earrings that probably hurt her earlobes. Maybe that’s why she’s so stuck up. It’s either that or losing my job. It doesn’t even help. That waiting room is the blandest, bless this mess, fake potted plant, PTA, live lau

The first time I saw her , she was just another shadow haunting my dreams. I had usually forgotten about her by the time I woke up. Her words never stuck with me, if she even said anything at all. Her visage never left a mark on my waking mind. No imprint of her features was burned into the inside of my eyeballs, like a television left on for too long. At least not at first… My dreams were more magical back then, when she still lived there. Dragons flew freely through the ski