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”

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”

New Cover for They’re Afraid of Fire

Just received the new cover for my Long short story / short novella, They’re afraid of fire. What do you think? I will be publishing the story within the next few days.

Dripping

Two a.m.I woke in fearA dripping in the darkIt was so clearMy dreams were quickly cast asidereplaced by thoughtsof where to hideBut after the fogginess of sleep departedI searched my homerapid-heartedMy mind in turmoilMy frail nerves groundI had to find that dripping soundI searched the bathroomthe sink was dryI searched the kitchen, thenmy own eyeIContinue reading “Dripping”

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 Eight

Before Jack was half-way to me, a large, pale face appeared right next to mine. It wasn’t Timmy. I knew that at once. The Rattler was way to huge to be Timmy. I think it was the same one Timmy attacked the day before. It opened its way-too-wide mouth, displayed it’s (at least) two rowsContinue reading “They’re Afraid of Fire: Part Eight”

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”