Herein I am reading a summer '20 story I wrote for a Flint Horror Collective online storytelling event. The story is called TOUCH. If you dig it, check out my little online bookstore and pick something up. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtNkZjBMeSA
Category: Story
Man-Made-Meats – a tale
Consider this a golden oldie. I wrote this for a website I had a long, long, long time ago. Just me being weird. It has never made it into a book. Perhaps it will some day. It's just so darned weird. It was slated for an abandoned collection but maybe that collection shall rise again… Continue reading Man-Made-Meats – a tale
Alternate ROAD KILL beginning
I have said before that ROAD KILL started out as a long form story when I was a kid and have talked about my obsession with re-writing it after it was lost. Flash ahead a couple decades and I finally get back to writing it again and I started and stopped several times as I… Continue reading Alternate ROAD KILL beginning
The Monsters Are Coming
So, because my mind is a bit shark-like I am always thinking on the next thing I wanna work on. Book. Story. Movie. Promo. Event. I am always thinking about it and turning it over in my mind like a Worry Stone. For 2020 I still have two books planned for release - a kid's… Continue reading The Monsters Are Coming
We Watch
this is a rough work. We Wait As time goes by our numbers only grow and we wait. We wait for the day we can be at rest knowing it may never come.We wait.For Providence, Sanity, and Hope.We wait for the Impossible Trinity like childrenwaiting for their prize. We watch them scurry like insects out… Continue reading We Watch
Spooky Chris Episode 44 – Little Sue and the Monster
In which I read my book LITTLE SUE AND THE MONSTER.
Tattered Tents & Whispered Wishes Teaser Video
https://youtu.be/av-XfbF3cUM Short video teaser for the upcoming release of my newest book TATTERED TENTS & WHISPERED WISHES coming March 13, 2020.
Red Magic – a story
Red Magic When I was kid I believed in magic. I believed in fairies, Santa, and ghosts, and the Bigfoot, and all of that. I believed that ours was a world of magic that hid just out of sight and away from adult eyes. Hiding where those pure of heart could find it when they… Continue reading Red Magic – a story
Shooting Stars – a story
This is a first draft. Please judge it as such. Mom told me that shooting stars were just falling angels wasting wishes from heaven. She said - wish on that falling angel honey, and maybe it’s wish will become yours. I wasn’t sure I believed it but I did as she told me to and… Continue reading Shooting Stars – a story
Still Born – a poem
I don't tend to write poetry because I don't write it well but this sprang forth and here it is. Like everything else, I was stillborn. Life fading like the last light of the day. Eyes closing. Mouth opening. Fist unfurling as a flag with no fight. I would enter darkness as a small bang. … Continue reading Still Born – a poem
