Weird Fiction for the Bold
“Everything’s half off,” an old woman growls from the porch. Krystal offers a quick smile that turns to a grimace as she turns back to her son. The woman gives her the creeps–an unfiltered cigarette dangling from colorless lips, her face a spider web of wrinkles, and a filthy house dress clinging to her sagging,…
If you enjoyed the opening chapter of my upcoming horror novel, maybe you’d like to continue the adventure. Here’s the next chapter: Chapter 2 Sully Rockwell heaved his considerable bulk out of his silver Jaguar F-Type convertible with only a few huffs and puffs, then glanced around under his wrap-around Oakleys to make sure no…
This is my current work-in-progress (WIP): a creature-feature horror novel in the realm of Jaws meets The Thing. Back of the Book Blurb People keep disappearing in the small town of Gray Harbor, Massachusetts. And when one turns up dead on a local beach, Detective Hector Velaquez is drawn into a web of conspiracy and…
Fear. Just hearing the word can make your skin crawl, right? It’s the primal sensation that has kept our species alive for thousands of years. It tells you when to run, when to hide, and—on rare occasions—when to face danger head-on. But for something designed to keep us alive, fear has this funny habit of…
(knock knock)
It was maddening. And, at the same time, oddly comforting.
(knock knock)
Every 25 seconds like clockwork, she rapped softly on the trap door above me. Never louder or quieter, never one knock or three. Two knocks every 25 seconds.
The old cowboy’s silhouette danced on sandstone behind him as he turned over and regarded the younger man across the fire. “Come sun up, you and me’ll head into town and see what’s what.” The younger man grumbled an affirmative and nodded off almost immediately. His dreams were dark and foggy, with vague images of…
The evening sky fades to navy. Venus hangs low on the Eastern horizon and Sagittarius spreads above it, barely visible in the gloaming. The breeze is cool and dry and carries a hint of woodsmoke from somewhere out of sight. It ruffles the young man’s black hair, which shoots askew from his pale scalp, swinging…
I HANDED QUEEN CYNDRA her goblet and stepped back, my eyes demurely downcast. She didn’t spare me a glance and never had. As assistant to the apprentice cupbearer, I was invisible in a royal court filled with advisors, courtiers, and clerks all squabbling to be seen. I floated from the shadows when my duty required…
OCTOBER 12, 2094 – Found a can of Hormel Chili in the burned out hull of an elementary school cafeteria. Used to love this stuff as a kid. Couldn’t find a can opener—lost mine the other day, which is insane because I almost ALWAYS keep it on a chain around my neck—but I got it…