WP Response
Milk
“Y’know what?” I told the narrator. “No. Just…seriously. I’m tired tonight. It’s been an eight-hour shift and I had to work the cash through my lunch break because Peter decided to just not show up today.”
Author Interview
Author Interview #1: Lauren Messervey
I want to get into talking about your 2018 release, Crestfallen, but first could you tell readers a bit about yourself, including when and how you got into writing? Oh boy… writing was actually the first thing I loved doing Read more
WP Response
The Wheel
I will stay free this time, when I upload into the ether of dimensions beyond matter. I will not only travel the Wheel, but leap from it, to learn at last what lies beyond.
WP Response
Chicken
We knew it would happen eventually. These things are not a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’
Update
The Next Novel (and other wonders)
A year-end update It’s been months since my last blog post. With the tumultuous nature of my 2020 (held together with spit and twine would be an understatement), it’s been easy for the days and weeks to whiz by in Read more
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Lovecraft and I in the Time of Plague
It’s something I’ve picked away at since April, but I’ve just finished reading the entire collected works of H.P. Lovecraft. Prior to beginning the collection, I had never read a single Lovecraft story, yet for a number of years now Read more
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Story Behind the Story – The Night Side
I was elated to have my story, The Night Side, published last week in the inaugural issue of Fatal Flaw Literary Magazine (Vol 1: Dystopia). You can find the story here, and I encourage anyone reading to check out the Read more
Flash Fiction
Cecil
But she was a Yazidi girl, and so she was raped for weeks by the fighters, in dim tents stinking of sweat and old blood, before being trucked to the killing sands outside the ancient city. They told her to Read more
Flash Fiction
The Big Ones
“Listen, some of the deckhands might’ve told you there are squid down here that can suck the bolts out of a submarine’s hull. Don’t let that crap get to you. This is an S-155 Conger and it doesn’t have any Read more
Flash Fiction
Synaesthesia
The morning that Janica began to hear numbers, five months before, was easily the best in years. Years of bruised breasts, of scraped elbows, of a damaged and repaired rib cage (it gets stronger that way). She’d heard the numbers Read more