Horror
For me, it started with horror. The genre that made me love movies, good and bad, the genre that bonded me with my brothers, the genre that made me fall in love with reading, and the genre I most want to write. My passion and focus right now is Creative Nonfiction, but that’s in part to gain the craft skills to write stellar horror. Please enjoy these short stories in the mean time while the horror novels I’ll write in the future percolate in the background.
Just Breathe
“Marc’s heart stopped. He’d never seen a shark in person. Just the wide bone jaw of one hanging on a shop wall. It scared young Marc to the point of paralysis. Not even his mother could move him. Little Marc froze, as he pictured what could fill out the jaw. What could carry those sharp teeth. And what would it feel like to be eaten by it.”
Thanks to Books & Pieces Magazine for publishing this.
I Think We’re Alone Now
“Steve’s eyes open to the tingling of bugs crawling on his scalp. Little legs scurry around the roots of his hair. Their antennae brush faintly. They must be cockroaches here for the decomposing body next to him.”
Inner Peace
“James’s jaw opened wide. Went past what should be possible and opened still. The jaw bones cracked and broke as they extended. The sounds of his teeth shattering echoed inside his mouth. Tiny teeth particles fell and made room for sharp fangs that pushed its way through grisly gums.”
Drowning Slugs
“First came the sound of gagging, then a pause as my throat passed the biggest slug anyone had ever seen. The two tentacle eye things scraped the back of my throat all the way up, slammed into my uvula, dragged its soft underbelly on my tongue, then plopped out with a pop, then a squish on the floor.”
And Then There Were Ghosts
This was the thesis I wrote in grad school. An emotional tale about ghosts, trauma, and the dead. I hope you read it soon. Thanks to my professors who helped me write it: Kent Wascom, John McManus, and Molly McCully Brown.