My goal is to write a story that is not so much about the undead, as it is about the fact that no matter your biological status, crap happens. Continue reading →

Life was a mold she never could fit into. Eventually, the effort to adapt to, and then rebel against a society that refused her freedom, took its toll. This was evident after returning home in order to seek reconciliation with her past. She found none. Her only consolation was finally knowing where she stood: nowhere. Continue reading →

Through the open door of the trailer, I can see her walking unsteadily towards the pigpens at the bottom of the hill. The recurrent rainstorms make navigating the property treacherous enough, but along the hillside, the gouges in the path … Continue reading →

She opened her email but decided to only read the one marked urgent. She pushed aside the mouse as she reached for her travel mug and wondered how much longer she had before they arrived. What would it change if … Continue reading →

  “She’s been doing well.”   “With her work and writing, yes.”   I hate eavesdropping. But as the conversation is about me, I didn’t have the will power or the inclination to walk away and continue my chores.   … Continue reading →

Another excerpt from a work in progress. Advisory: Strong Language. Horace and Hank stood there for a moment, each thinking of what to do next. “So, you wanna get dressed first, or help me get her upstairs?” “I’d say take … Continue reading →

Horace stopped in the doorway, stunned at what he saw: Tom lying beneath one overweight, pissed off, and completely naked Hank Daniels. If it weren’t for the fact that Tom was already dead, the sheer force of the blows he … Continue reading →

He would have closed his eyes, but this was a dream – or so it seemed. The reality of everything around him had form but no definition. This is what terrified him the most. Since childhood, his visions were as … Continue reading →