Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
She’s a smoke show.
Amy hung sloppily off the arm of Scott. To everyone at the party, it appeared that she couldn’t hold her liquor as well as she’d thought. Billie, of course, ...
The rattle and rumble of the train on its tracks persisted in their pursuit of my sleep. I fought the fatigue despite being awake for the last thirty hours. ...
“Wake up, you idiot.”
All eyes were either on Scott’s hands or Amy’s outfit. That was part of the hook. He’d fumble through the basic show tricks ably enough despite only picking ...
Originally published in the horror anthology Midnight Abyss. There are several tales, vingettes and ideas floating about while Haley’s War is in development.
Originally published in the horror anthology Midnight Abyss.
It was a slow night, even for a Tuesday. The rain kept everyone off the streets and away from the watering holes. That suited me just fine given my mood as o...
It took a lot of effort to get the fingerprints just right. Even a little too much would ruin them. Too little and they’d never find them at all. It was Chri...
Herb was delusional. He fancied himself a ladies man and a friend to all his peers in the office. He was his boss’s trusted lieutenant and the only one who w...
I climbed the back staircase of my grandparent’s old house. The layers upon layers of white paint adorned the railing and casings. They were only slightly du...