Horror and Wholesome
I hated camping. My boyfriend loved it. So we compromised and went camping. I put on a brave face, packed my bug spray, and let him do everything else. He assured me it would be great. Fun. Nothing like the disastrous trips of my childhood where my sister wet her sleeping bag and cried until... Continue Reading →
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To help kick off Women in Horror Month, all of my horror titles are only 99 cents until the 7th! https://www.amazon.com/S-H-Cooper/e/B01MY17287/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
I have an addictive personality. It can be a problem. Thankfully I manage to channel it in things that arenβt, 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. Itβs how I make friends.... Continue Reading →
My new short story collection, ALL THATβS 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 →
My new collection of short horror stories is now available in eBook and paperback on Amazon! A maiden looking for love in all the wrong places. A mother in an endless search for missing children. A crone whose passing is marked by the tinkling of tiny bells. All Thatβs Fair is a collection of twenty-two... Continue Reading →
My son loved books. If the only thing the kid ever got as a gift was books, heβd have been the happiest person on earth. No idea where he got it from; his dad and I could barely bother skimming short news articles, much less intentionally sit down to slog through a book. Cole, though.... Continue Reading →
Out off the old county road, thereβs a path that runs through the woods. It cuts across to what passes for a downtown around here. The trail itself isnβt much to write home about, just some wooden planks laid down to mark its edges and the occasional sign nailed to trees warning people not to... Continue Reading →
I think about death a lot. Not my own, not really, anyway, but my familyβs. My parents, cousins, pets. I see them die over and over again, each time more gruesome and detailed than the last. And Iβm just so tired. I was seven when Grandma died. It was my first brush with death, and... Continue Reading →
My family came over from the old country only a generation ago. Gran waddled off the boat in 1954, nine months along and ready to drop Dad the moment she set foot on American soil. She had the courtesy to wait until Granddad got her to their apartment in the Irish quarter, at least. Despite... Continue Reading →
Stories By S.H. Cooper 