William Hazel
Author. Writer. Essayist.

A bright white high school girl side slides a screen window open and smiles. Her red lettered shirt matching her acne. She hands me a...

The fence shadows crept like ghosts back to graves and then it was the middle of the night. And then it was the middle of the month. I...

Alias Little Red Riding Hood, that’s what she called herself, sort of looked the part, kind of Grimm, with a red trimmed cape thing, but...