…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…”
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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”
A wise man once said…pt 2…
To become a better writer you must read books from authors better than you. So I picked up Jordan Peele’s Out There Screaming. And I feel out of my league. This is a collection of short horror stories written by black authors. Each story is a dive into murky waters that twirl you around blindly.Continue reading “A wise man once said…pt 2…”
Half-Fairy
We had just called it a night. A storm raged outside, wind and rain battling each other to see which was worse. But we were safe in each other’s arms, spooning like we invented it, nuzzled up tight. Sleeping with her, in her home and in her room, meant sleeping on a queen-sized bed. MelanieContinue reading “Half-Fairy”
Time to Catch a Bastard
“So now what?” asked Gary as he leaned against the car. The parking lot they chose was a bit out of the way, and they had to park in the back for some privacy. “So now we wait” replied Lucy as she came to sit next to him. “Is this going to take long?” “IContinue reading “Time to Catch a Bastard”
Cabin
It’s flash fiction, in three parts. They all follow a theme, but should stand alone. As such the order in which they appear shouldn’t matter. Tell me what you think. George stood in the front room of the wooden cabin, a room packed with more memories than furniture. It was gifted to him by hisContinue reading “Cabin”
The phone rang.
Bradley answered it, hoping it was his mother telling him she was on her way home. “Hello” he said into the phone. “Bradley, it’s me.” Yes, thought Bradley. “I’m going to be late, I just picked up a shift at the diner.” No! Bradley thought. “But mom, me and the guys were going to theContinue reading “The phone rang.”
Mornings are the worse.
That moment when you’re just coming out of a dream. You want to chase it, go back to it, hold onto it in a tight grip. But it never works. You become aware of your surroundings, the blanket on top of you, the sheets beneath you, the air around you. The light coming through theContinue reading “Mornings are the worse.”
pumpkin spice
Teddy entered the cafe and grimaced. He didn’t like pumpkin spice, and here it was on full display. From the pumpkin-spiced lattes to the pumpkin-spiced doughnuts. He stepped to the counter and ordered green tea. It was then that he noticed his co-worker had beaten him there. Charles saw him and waved him over. TeddyContinue reading “pumpkin spice”
Arid Testimony 