If you are interested in checking my short story collection This Beautiful Darkness out you can find it on my own Create Space site for ten dollars - https://www.createspace.com/3386414 You can find the book through Amazon.com as well, where you can download an e-book. (thanks to David K. Ewen for having me on his show… Continue reading This Beautiful Darkness…
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This Beautiful Darkness
I am very, very proud to announce the upcoming release of a new short story collection entitled This Beautiful Darkness. It is being proofed right now then will be up for sale on Amazon. The book will be ten dollars and features thirteen stories. All stories, interior pictures, and the cover is by me. The… Continue reading This Beautiful Darkness
Alexander and the Monsters
Alexander and the Monsters The boy woke up with a start, heart racing and his forehead sweaty and knew he was not alone in the room. He looked out into the darkness and saw two small pinpoints of orange light that hovered not far from him and he let out a sob. A tear slid… Continue reading Alexander and the Monsters
Con Artist
It's a peculiar thing indeed to find yourself sitting behind a table selling things you worked on, put your heart into, and are now hoping that someone is going to validate you by buying something. What a weird damned sorta thing that is. It's a thin line to walk, the line between commerce and art,… Continue reading Con Artist
Horror Anonymous
Ladies and gentleman, I write horror stories. I can tell from the hush in the crowd that I have offended some of you, and for that I apologize. It shouldn't have taken me this long to offend you. I need to try harder. Truly. It's strange, this tag system we have as humans, where we… Continue reading Horror Anonymous
Weapon
WEAPON My body is a weapon, a breathing, bleeding, seething thing waiting to be freed. My body is a weapon, sucking life from me; my body is a weapon, its beauty mine to see. My body is a weapon, a promise yet fulfilled; this body is a weapon, with many more to kill. In me… Continue reading Weapon
The Lightning People – story
The day changed. Changed in a matter of moments, seconds, the sun being eaten alive by a rolling mass of clouds that stained the sky and changed day to night. The day was stolen and replaced by night’s grim façade but the two girls, like night and day themselves, are ignorant to what is happening… Continue reading The Lightning People – story
Welcome to Thunderdome
Well, not really but that sounds way cooler than - welcome to my blog of words! Or... Welcome to my interweb word orgy. See, no one likes to go to word orgies 'cause they're gross. You lose track of which is a pronoun, which is a noun and, in the end, you end up with… Continue reading Welcome to Thunderdome
So It Is – a story
this was inspired by a story a friend told me about someone's pregnancy and the story haunted me and this was the result. So It Is. The sky meets the ground, the ground meets the sky and I am trapped in the heart of the blue, twisted and caught in it and pulled down below… Continue reading So It Is – a story
Dead Letters
Dead Letters Found in the remnants of rains that never fell, in the darkest corners of the broken heart, in the scars that crisscross your fragile form, I find dead letters of who you were. Taken, or given, we’ll never know, left to mutter through dead letters, dead bones, dead bodies and dreams, someone once… Continue reading Dead Letters
Hidden Eyes – story
Hidden Eyes It had only been a moment. Only a moment. It was only a moment but in that moment the sun ceased giving off its heat, the weight in the soldier’s hands became like lead, and the twenty-year-old’s blood turned immediately to ice. He felt suddenly cold beneath the sweat of the summer’s day,… Continue reading Hidden Eyes – story
Back From Nothing
Back From Nothing Get my first book of short stories, BACK FROM NOTHING for only $5 plus shipping. See how it all started and where I came from. Dark. Unrelenting. Real. If you are interested in purchasing Back From Nothing email me at - pumpkinpete0013@yahoo.com for more info.
A Frowning Jar (my birthday story for Miss Justin P)
A Frowning Jar So, I met this girl a couple of years ago when I was in college. Nice enough girl, a history major, but she never smiled. And when I say never, I mean never. It was the strangest thing. I had never, and have not since met someone who just didn't smile. Even… Continue reading A Frowning Jar (my birthday story for Miss Justin P)
The Spooky World of Chris Ringler 