THE CAPTIVE

I heard her scratching again. She’d been at it for weeks – dragging her fingernails against the cold stone walls of her cell. But her cries were like music to me. I slunk into the adjacent cell, pressed my ear against the cold wall – just to hear her better. When she let out aContinue reading “THE CAPTIVE”

BLOOD OF THE SHEEP: PART TWO

2 When Roy finished reading the last page in the journal, he read it again – his face twisting into an expression of both anger, and confusion. “Blood of the sheep,” he said, and closed the book. “Sears finally snapped. He was discharged over a year ago. How’d you get this?” “He sent it toContinue reading “BLOOD OF THE SHEEP: PART TWO”

Final Rattle

Dark child What sickness awaits beyond your perfect lips? It must be difficult to conceal the darkness that lurks behind your smile. But, Just as hard, is my task to balance these feelings of sorrow with the joy of your touch Deeply wounded I now know what I must do What mission I must completeContinue reading “Final Rattle”

The Zombie Test Animated Cover

Created an animated version of my cover for The Zombie Test (One of my collections). What do you think? If you’d like to read it, but don’t have Kindle, let me know. I’ll be happy to send it to you.

BLOOD OF THE SHEEP: PART ONE

The living room was sparsely decorated. A small table sat in one corner. A lamp (just an old thing his Mom gave him), cast off a faint glow. Next to the small table sat a vomit-stained sofa. And a coffee table littered with empty food containers, beer cans, and a nine-millimeter Beretta. Roy Chappell brushedContinue reading “BLOOD OF THE SHEEP: PART ONE”

They’re Afraid of Fire: Parts Nine & Ten

9 I held the torch out towards him. He didn’t seem to notice. He just crouched in the middle of the clearing, kind of purring at me and bobbing his head side to side. What do you want from me?” I yelled at him. But again, he didn’t seem to notice – my tone, norContinue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Parts Nine & Ten”

They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Seven

The two other men besides Gus, I’ll call them Carl and Jack – since that was their names. Jack, he was the tall one, was sitting down by the fire, one shoe off, scraping something from between his toes with a really big knife. He looked up when Gus pulled (practically dragged) me into camp.Continue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Seven”

They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Six

Timmy got to his feet after the other Rattlers were gone. Then, he just kind of stood there, staring at me. I wasn’t sure what to do. He seemed fixated on the torch in my hand, so I moved it one way, then the other. His gaze followed the flames. I returned to where IContinue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Six”

They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Four

The previous spring, Pa took me into the woods, about a quarter mile past the tree-line. All we took with us was his pack (filled with two blankets, jars of preserves, and dried beef), the shotgun, and the torch, which Pa never left the house without. We were about half-way to the site where weContinue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Four”