“What’s taking her so long?” said Tracee. She and Maurice stood across the busy street from the arena, anxious to see their favorite band Boom Sheik. “She’ll be here soon, just…look through your phone, it’ll kill time,” Tracee did just that, but half-heartedly. She kept looking at Maurice under the neon lights that colored theContinue reading “The Show 1”
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The Show 2
“She’ll be here soon, just…look through your phone, it’ll kill time,” Maurice looked to the arena across the busy street, glad to be seeing Boom Sheik, but even happier about seeing Freddy. Happy and very nervous. Yes, this was the day. Even though she invited a third wheel, he was determined to let Freddy knowContinue reading “The Show 2”
The Show 3
Freddy was anxious about tonight. This was the night of all nights, and hopefully the best night. The cab she rode in struggled to get through the city’s traffic, as neon colors fought for dominance over the streets. The arena was coming up on the left, just a couple of blocks away. A crowd hadContinue reading “The Show 3”
Margret’s Lament 2
For context: Margret is the wife of Ethan the Traitor, a man who through luck and chance wound up on the side of an invasion fleet of aliens from another galaxy. Because of his treachery, he was allowed to take some land for his own, or rather for Margret. As the Invaders give the landContinue reading “Margret’s Lament 2”
Cheryl loved the …
…idea of living in a house shoved into a block of sky-scrapers. A modest two-story affair, homey, gabled, with a short front lawn and a low wooden fence in front. In the midst of a bustling city street. She would watch from her bedroom window at the throngs that went about their day chasing thatContinue reading “Cheryl loved the …”
In a semi-deep grotto…
…a shape moved. It only moved because the rising sun sent light into the grotto, creating reflections of light over the wavelets of slightly green, clear water. Light danced about in ever-shifting lines about the grotto, hitting rocks walls and the shape itself. The shape didn’t understand what was happening, and looked about it withContinue reading “In a semi-deep grotto…”
“It’s been awhile.”
I was staring blankly at the screen, hoping for the words to come. Her voice distracts me like no other. “Yes, I know.” “So what’s the problem?” How do I answer her? Do I tell her my chair is broken, when it’s not. Do I tell her the AC is too loud. It isn’t. WhatContinue reading ““It’s been awhile.””
A long time ago…
…I read Clive Barker’s Books of Blood. Such a long time ago. I was a mere babe at the time, so young, so new. Sure, I read my share of Stephen King and other horror writers that I can’t recall right now. But nothing prepared me for Clive Barker (sorry Stephen). As luck would haveContinue reading “A long time ago…”
Duck Moving Van
A while back I entered a writing contest (that I didn’t win, dang it), and each month we were given different challenges to write. One such challenge was to write a 1000-word short surreal comedy in the vein of Monty Python. This got me to the final stage of the competition (Still didn’t win, dangContinue reading “Duck Moving Van”
Out There Screaming
This book is a compendium of horror short stories designed to leave you in a state of wonder, excitement, and horror. I’ve read a lot of horror stories in my life, most notably Steven King and Clive Barker, and this book rivals them. I’ve mentioned this before in an earlier post, about how it dropsContinue reading “Out There Screaming”
Arid Testimony 