Shards of broken glass shattered under the boy’s boots. He ran down the garbage-littered street, leaping over thick streams of brown water and broken fences. The air was grey with smoke and vehicular fumes and tasted of ash and soot. Sirens and cat screeches echoed through the
Read more →Everything was red. Arched hills covered in crimson dust stretched in every direction, uninhabited by so much as an insect. Barren stones littered the landscape like discarded teeth. The falling moon melted into the horizon. The sky was chalky scarlet; it looked like it had been painted
Read more →I’ve delayed the latest installment of TALES OF A BLOOD EARTH until Halloween, not because it isn’t done (quite the contrary), but because it’s so deliciously nasty I thought it would be an injustice to release it on any other day. Instead, enjoy this Halloween-flavored short from
Read more →The new TALES OF A BLOOD EARTH online series will kick off next week. In the meantime, please enjoy this recovered snippet from a largely MIA project of mine that chronicled the events on Earth immediately after The Black. I may try to recreate this computer-eaten project
Read more →This is NOT the prologue to BLACK SCARS. I swear. Honest. =D It swims in a sea of night. Oceans of dark ooze seal the Sleeper in a liquid grave. Frozen white stones like arctic stars drift in the dark ichors, light by which the Sleeper’s
Read more →She sits in a stream. Cool water. No place to go. Why do they hate me so much? I’m only nice to them. I never told her I hated her, but she always says she hates me. You’re no good, Mother said. You don’t do anything.
Read more →This may or may not be the prologue to Book 3, Soulrazor. Just sayin’. The first preview for Book 2, Black Scars, is coming your way next week. FROZEN Shards of ice are held in stasis like bladed tears. The air is thick and red, frozen
Read more →This week’s piece is my take on a fairy tale. Blades of sunlight cut through the branches. My feet make only the slightest sound as I tread the leafy earth off of the path. She is alone. The light makes her hair shine. I move
Read more →Now that TALES OF A BLOOD EARTH has come to a close, I thought I’d try my hand at some Flash Fiction. A lot of what you’ll see in this space is old short stories that I’ve cleaned up. Other times it will be true flash fiction,
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