Read the first draft on my blog as I write it.
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”
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”
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.
Getting the tools to do my own animations. This is fun! What do you think? If anyone on here would like a free copy of the book (its a Kindle Short), just send me a message. I’ll be happy to send it to you.
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”
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.
Yup… I’m thinking I just might buy this program 🙂
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”
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”