The ghost barn sat in a wide field, a single light bulb burning atop a lamppost, bathing the cracked wooden beams in a haunted, eerie glow. Try as we might, my friends and I were never able to find that place again. We spent dozens of summer nights driving around for hours at a time, [...]
Due to my inability to satisfactorily convert 19,000 words and seventy-some odd footnotes to a format that would be palatable for this site, I've elected to make my cross-country novella, The Move, available as a readable PDF here. Enjoy!