The next installment of The Wandering Stranger has arrived! Read The Graveyard, written by P.L. Cobb for www.plcobb.com
Series, The Wandering Stranger

The Graveyard

Further down the dirt path the trees began to thin out into a single line, evenly spaced. Between each tree Gregory made out a broad field of tomb stones. He whistled between his teeth; he had always pitied those people who lived next to grave yards.

It's been a long time coming, but here is the next installment of The Wandering Stranger: Weary is the Dreamer!
Series, The Wandering Stranger

Weary is the Dreamer

In the middle of a field he spotted an abandoned barn. Its silver-grey wood shone in the waning light of the sun; from his vantage it looked sturdy. It was still standing.

Part 4 of The Wandering Stranger: The Cloudy Café. The Wandering Stranger is an original supernatural thriller about a man with no name!
Series, The Wandering Stranger

The Cloudy Café

Alfar, the archaic voice which lived in his head muttered, ill at ease. Whatever it was, this alfar had the appearance and demeanor of a general. Or an executioner.

The Field of Storms, by P.L. Cobb
Series, The Wandering Stranger

The Field of Storms

Alone in the field he stood, feeble against a backdrop of black and grey—black and grey from the angry storm clouds stretching straight to the horizon.

A Bad Dream, story and art by P.L. Cobb
Projects, The Wandering Stranger

A Bad Dream

It looked at him with its beady black eyes. From the shadows he could see nothing, except for those eyes.