Were Tales: A Shapeshifter Anthology is out now

You can find my story, More Afraid of You, included in this excellent anthology, available on Amazon! Werewolves. Berserkers. Kitsune. From the most ancient times, tales have been told of people who transform into beasts. Sometimes they’re friendly and helpful. Sometimes they’re tricksters, playing jokes on their hapless victims. And sometimes, they’re terrifying. Were Tales... Continue Reading →

The Captain’s House

The last straw was that plant. That little fucking plant. I don't remember what it was, only that it was supposed to be hard to kill, even for me. She'd said it in a joking way when she gave it to me, and I knew, logically, she didn't mean anything by it. Not really. But... Continue Reading →

Preorders open for Inheriting Her Ghosts!

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘–π‘›β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘‘π‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘  π‘šπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘Žπ‘  𝐼 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑑. π‘Šπ‘’ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘˜π‘’, π‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘  β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘’ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝐼. Preorders for my Victorian gothic novella, INHERITING HER GHOSTS, are available! Get it the moment it drops on July 9 πŸ–€ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0977PL7BB

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 →

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