TERRY GROVES

It is peculiar how some memories remain so vivid while others fade. Perhaps that is just the course of your life. I know this one shows...

I always knew that being a writer was a lonely choice. Long hours hunched over a keyboard, face awash in reflected light from the screen...

I have had people ask me when I decided to become a writer, or what made me want to be a writer. I did not have much of an answer since I...

Generally, once someone has read one of my stories they ask “where do you get your ideas?” That is not the question I ask. I have always...

I knelt in the darkness hoping she would find me. We were playing tag but I really wasn’t into the game. The smell of oil and ancient...

The fog slow dances over the still surface of the marsh. Thin tendrils hang above the gray-green water, reluctant to leave their birth...