I have a problem. It may require some kind of treatment or therapy, I’m not sure. But it eats at me, absorbing my energies, burning my time, and holding my attention. Every time I think I’m free of it, it hits me again. No matter if it’s 4 a.m. or in the middle of my … More Too Many Threads
Y’all haven’t seen me in a while. Like several months. I’m a bad correspondent and I’ll be the first to admit it. However, this time I’m going to claim that it’s really not my fault. Back at the time of my last post (September, 2021 for those keeping score) I was on a high because … More Not A Fun Hobby
It’s been a while since I posted anything. But! It hasn’t been more than 24 hours since I wrote something of substance. I’m on the writing train again, and have been for the past couple of weeks. It’s been a gusher and I couldn’t be happier. I have a friend to thank for that. She’s … More Collaborative Mayhem
Castalia stood on the edge of the hole in the middle of the floor. Its ragged edges were characteristic of this rundown little shithole bar; broken ends of floorboards promised splinters for anyone stupid enough to slide along them. The hole itself was about five feet deep and had been wallowed out to an almost … More In Search Of A Friend
Feeding presented a specific sort of problem for Castalia. Ever since she’d downed that damnable potion (Honestly! She’d used it before, and the thing only lasted a few days. She was now going on a month of being a vampire and had no idea when it would wear off. Of if it would wear off … More In Search Of A Friend, Part 2
NOTE: This piece was originally intended to slot into the cryopunk world I was developing and displayed in my post “Too Many People.” Who knows? I still might. WARNING: This fragment is graphic. You’ve been warned. He didn’t know her name; he didn’t know any names of his horrors. But she was young and round … More Gruesome Fragment
Author’s Note: This story was written a very long time ago. It’s of note because it’s the first completed story I did in my cryopunk setting, which is the setting for a draft I’m working on, with the working title of A Star Gone Wrong. “It’s true!” “Come off it. A place as big-time as … More Too Many People
“Sir, we have your extension as a tertiary contact for Mrs. White. Something needs to be done, sir. She’s causing a host of problems.” “Where’s her daughter? And what the hell am I still doing on their contact information ten years later?” “Primary and secondary contacts Rebecca and Jordy Fordham are currently unavailable. Their phones … More Next Of Kin
The Painted Corner 