The Phantom Rider of Dead Man’s Oak
The historic core of Downtown Kissimmee faded into the dense, moss-draped oak hammocks along the upper drainage basin of the Kissimmee River. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes slowly navigated his truck down…
The Ghostly Crossroads of Nowhere
The skeleton of the Desert Inn stood silent at the intersection of State Road 60 and the Turnpike, a lonely monument to a bypassed era. Yeehaw Junction had once been…
The Walking Stone of Hendry County
The heat shimmer rising from the gravel roads of Hendry County made the distant sugarcane fields look like they were underwater. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes sat in the bed of his…
They Never left: The Median Migration
The hum of high speed traffic vibrated through the metal guardrails of Florida’s Turnpike just south of the exit for Kissimmee. Standard sedans and tourist filled minivans streaked past at…
The Serpent in the Shallows
The heavy afternoon downpour had just tapered off, leaving the air at the edge of the Everglades thick and suffocating. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes adjusted his canvas pack and stepped carefully…
The Subterranean Frequency: Enter Penelope Vance
The neon lights of the Swap Shop drive in theater flickered against the heavy Fort Lauderdale twilight, casting long shadows across the rows of parked cars. Monty Tiberius Beauregard Hayes…
Static on the Shoreline: The Beachfront Broadcast Breakdown
The immediate threat above the Atlantic had dissipated, but Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes was not celebrating. The spectrum analyzer in his hand began to register a secondary spike. It was a…
The Sky Over the Shore: Monty and the Signal Ghost
The roar of twin engines rattled the windows of the beachfront hotels along A1A. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes stood on the sand near Sunrise Boulevard. He was far from the VIP…
The Astral Surgeon: Monty and the Clinic of Curiosities
The scent of sterilizing alcohol and burning sage filled the air of a nondescript apartment in West Palm Beach. Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes sat on a faded velvet chair. He watched…
The Echo of the Stones: Monty and the Lusca’s Reach
The transition from the dry, red dust of Utah back to the humid, salt-crusted air of the Caribbean was a relief to Monty Tiberius Beauregard-Hayes. He sat on the deck…