Michael Ferraro

This guy used to be a film critic for 5 years, before finally settling his life into a teaching career. On the side, he likes to spin yarns of truth to anyone who will listen, even if it’s just a brick wall. Someday he will find the time to start a website, but until then, he chooses to stay hidden.

Stories by Michael Ferraro

This is How it Began

Illustrated by Poppy Ridsdill

The house smelled as if he was hiding a corpse in the kitchen. There were pieces of raw chicken lining the countertop. The smell of death in the house was proof enough that they had been there for days, collecting stench and flies exactly as you would expect. “Grandpa, what are you doing with this?” I …