A thousand miles of scorched earth lay behind me. Years and years of it, its dust still clinging to my clothes and skin and soul. Struggle, pain, sickness, apathy. The worst decade of my life. Rebirth

Just after my fifth birthday, I died during surgery. Yes, there was a light, just like they say. And no, the doctors couldn't make me alive again. I've been dead ever since. At first I didn’t have any

I knew it was over when the carpet started to float. Any delusion about staying in or returning to our home, dashed. Gone. Swept away in a torrent of fear, desperation, and outright shock. How could this

Hi, everyone. My name is M. Elaine Moore. I’m a fiction writer and poet living in eastern North Carolina. I’m not an NC native, but was drawn here by the Outer Banks and the infamous Cape Hatteras Lighthouse.