The Krooksville archives

Drive through Virginia long enough and you will find a town with just about anything. Drunk rabbits, Aliens, bigfeet (Bigfoots?), tall tales are the medium of choice for those stuck in the woodlands. Krooksville is no different. Well other than that slight hum from the church, or that night when the moon seemed to be staring down on us with a open eye. But pay those no mind, sit down, get a cheap beer, let me tell you some stories...

A flash fiction collection. updated at a procrastinators pace, be warned.