Book Review: Dead Corpse by Nuzo Onoh

Beautiful and heart breaking, Dead Corpse is the story of three generations of medicine women: Xikora, Owa, and Aku, the former two being priestesses of the earth goddess, Ana, and the latter seeking to break away from a mantle she doesn't want. Theirs is a tale of devotion, both to their goddess and to each... Continue Reading →

What Speaks In Silence

The rumbling settles into silence. If shock hadn’t numbed me, I might’ve screamed. Might’ve called for help. But I lay flat on my back, knocked down by the falling stones, and all I can focus on is trying to figure out if I’m still alive.  Breathing? Check. Heartbeat? Check. Pain? Double check. I start to... Continue Reading →

A Light In The Dark

Christmas seemed to shrink the older I got. First Santa stopped coming and all the gifts under the tree were signed by family members. Then my brother moved out for college a few states away. I followed suit, but closer to home. Then my sister. The first few years, we still all made the trek... Continue Reading →

Good Sleeps

Growing up in a small town meant a lot of regulars. Places, routines, people. The gas station convenience store was a small microcosm of that greater regular. 6 am, Bill Donner stopped in on his way to the slaughterhouse for cigarettes and a package of powdered donuts. 7:15, the bus stop kids huddled around the... Continue Reading →

It Was Only A Game

I have an addictive personality. It can be a problem. Thankfully I manage to channel it in things that aren’t, on their own, terrible for you. In particular, video games. Not the kind you play on your own, but the co-ops and the multiplayers and the MMOs. The social stuff. It’s how I make friends.... Continue Reading →

Halloween Sale!

My new short story collection, ALL THAT’S FAIR, and her horror book sisters, THE CORPSE GARDEN, FROM TWISTED ROOTS, & THE FESTERING ONES, are all available for only 99 cents through Oct. 7. Never a better time than Halloween season to check them out! Find them all on Amazon by clicking here! Pippin says, "Whenever... Continue Reading →

What Needs Be Done

I saw my mother for an hour and a half each day. Half hour in the morning, when she’d wake me at 5:30 a.m. to get ready for school, and then an hour at night, just long enough to make sure I ate dinner and did my homework. The rest of the time, she was... Continue Reading →

Open Invitation

Midnight jogs helped clear my head. Or maybe they just numbed me to my own thoughts. Run until it hurts. Run until all you can think about is where your next breath is going to come from. Run until you can’t think at all. The emptiness was welcome. Silence was a stranger to me except... Continue Reading →

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