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 New Moon. “It’s true!” “Come off it. A place as big-time as Sully’s has … 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
There is a point, coming soon, where I will begin to post things here on my blog that are going to blur the lines between the real and the unreal. In an attempt to get my work to people in the liminal sense I want it, things will appear in this space that are constructs … More Fiction And Reality
…as I was lying in bed last night, trying to finally – maybe – get some sleep. Nope. Instead, this came out. All of it, in one go. So, not much on the sleep end of things, but I’d say a pretty decent story. Hope you enjoy.
I know writers get asked this a lot (even though no one’s asked me yet. C’mon…you know you want to): where do you get your ideas? I’m not really interested in being a sinister sister here, but as the world succumbs to panic and terror and self-quarantine, I smell opportunity. The opportunity to isolate and … More Black Death, V. 37 (and counting)