Bunni – a story

Bunni didn’t like her name, though that seemed fair because her family didn’t like that she told everyone that listened she was a girl.  Bunni wasn’t born a girl but she was fourteen now and she figured she knew better than them, didn’t she? Yes, she did.  Mom and dad had been living with Bunni, who her parents… Continue reading Bunni – a story

The Lies We Tell Tomorrow

When I said I would publish no more books I meant it. I still wrote, I still write, and that won't change. I am a writer. I write. Kinda goes together. But the notion of being one those people that has a library of their own books that don't sell doesn't appeal to me. I… Continue reading The Lies We Tell Tomorrow

Grieve – A Story

This is a rough story I just wrote. It feels awkward in parts and needs a lot more polish I'd wager but I wanted to share it. Heck, if it ever IS evened out then maybe I can do something else with it. For now, here's a rough version of a dark little tale.  Grieve… Continue reading Grieve – A Story

The Lady In The Past

This is a new story that was inspired by the desire to do a short, nasty little thing that turned into this, a longer, creepy thing. I REALLY like it. I hope you do to. Fair warning - this is one pass with no edit - so if there are issues they'll be fixed some… Continue reading The Lady In The Past

There Were Three – a story

This is a story I kinda fever-wrote. There may be mistakes, you need to figure out that there are two speakers, and it's weird. Have fun.THERE WERE THREEThere were three, you know.Three what?Siblings. Children. Three.Oh, um, OK, so uh, you have kids?No, not me. No. In the darkness there were three. The three came from… Continue reading There Were Three – a story

STORY TIME! – The Raging Stallion

Gaze in wonder upon the ridiculousness that is my sort of attempt at romantic fiction. I wrote it for a 'zine some friends and I do occasionally. Yup. The Raging Stallion by Christopher Scott Ringler   Meredith was sunning herself by the pond when she first saw the stallion and until then she had been… Continue reading STORY TIME! – The Raging Stallion

The Collection

   When I began writing as a teenager I didn't really have an end-goal, didn't have an agenda, and didn't see anything but the words as they spun out before me. The older I got the more ambitious I got and the wider my view became. The words and stories still seem like magic, like… Continue reading The Collection

Red Dreams – book of terror

When putting RED DREAMS together I wanted to set a tone and it began with the books cover. I wanted stories that would get under people’s skin and bother them. The stories in this book are born of blood and meant to infect you with darkness and to give you very dark, very red dreams.… Continue reading Red Dreams – book of terror

CHARLES BILKWATER – a story

Recently I happened on a Twitter feed through a friend that purports to post horrific things. Eh, it comes and it goes. The feed is pretty lame but while digging through old tweets I did happen upon a few urban legends that they had posted. None were real, and most had 'tells' that gave them… Continue reading CHARLES BILKWATER – a story

My First Novel – A SHADOW OVER EVER

Once upon a time I was a young guy making ‘zines with my friends. We didn’t know what we wanted to do with our lives we just knew we loved movies and weird stuff and hanging out together. It was during this time that I wrote a weird little short story called Night’s Dancer about… Continue reading My First Novel – A SHADOW OVER EVER

2013

With the ending of each year I think it’s healthy to go back and look at what the year meant to you. You try to honor the good, learn from or get over the bad, and the rest you sort of see where it fits into the bigger picture of your life. Since most folks… Continue reading 2013

I Do Not Fear Small Towns – a story

I was never afraid of small towns. Small towns are places of secrets, of mysteries, and of histories better left forgotten but I never feared these things. I had grown up in a small town and had seen the ugly black heart that pumped the bile of untold generations through its limbs. I had seen… Continue reading I Do Not Fear Small Towns – a story

Where We Are

It occurred to me a little bit ago that in the long time I have been writing I have put out or been in a LOT of publications. More than I consider a lot of the time. I made a list and it was pretty ridiculous. I thought I would share it, not out of… Continue reading Where We Are