Scott Heim
The room was darker and smelled of evergreen, as though my mother had been dreaming of trees.Collection: Mother
It was a light that shone over our faces, our wounds and scars. It was a light so brilliant and white it could have been beamed from heaven, and Brian and I could have been angels, basking in it. But it wasn’t, and we weren’t.Collection: Angel
He spoke so slowly, cobwebs could have formed between his words.Collection: Cobwebs
I've always been fascinated, obsessed even, with books and TV shows about unsolved murders, cold cases, forensic science, mysteries, and so on. Many times when I get inspiration for my work, it's from something in one of these books or TV shows, or perhaps some newspaper article about a specific case.Collection: Book