The smell awoke Kenny. He got groggily out of bed, the clock on his nightstand showing well past 3 am. His boyfriend was still asleep.
“What the fuck is she doing…” Kenny muttered. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and quietly opened and closed the bedroom door.
The bustle became obvious then: the sound of splashing, the oven door being aggressively handled. Continue reading
We do not know when,
It crawled out,
Speaking of sins,
Looking like face paint, Continue reading
I see you live—
How is that…
Going for you? Continue reading
I told you, long ago, how to make monsters.
But, now, specifically, I am going to spend a few moments on how to make anything scary.
Everyone is afraid of something.
And, to elicit fear, you only need to hit them in the right spot. Continue reading
High-minded aspirations and delusions of grandeur and self-importance related to art and culture and all aside, I like horror because I like horror. Yeah, I have done posts about how darkness challenges me, how I like to test my limits, but, there’s more to it—even if it is basal in nature.
Horror is fun.
Scaring people, making people shudder, it’s fun. Continue reading
The fire was warmer than Henry thought it ever could be. This close, it was something beyond heat; it was a dry pain, a wrapping skin melt. And he couldn’t move away from it, that option was even more dangerous. The shiny metal this close to his neck promised a much warmer and wetter pain should he make the attempt.
“You didn’t like my story, huh?” Finn asked, pressing the knife closer. With the light casting on his face, he was the second brightest thing in the forest of barren trees. A fox ran by and cracked twigs, and both boys–even if not consciously–noticed it.
“It wasn’t scary,” Henry replied, his eyes wide. “But I didn’t not like it.”
“What’s wrong with my ghost story? You want to see scary? I can show you scary!” Continue reading
As a horror writer, I think about what scares people. And, in the new world we live in, the thing people seem most anxious about, if not outright terrified of, is technology.
And I think I have one big clue about why we get so worried, collectively, about machines. It’s the same reason we fear monsters and demons and ghosts.
Loss of control. Continue reading
(Originally posted March 11th, 2015)
For those that don’t read the comments at the end of my articles (read: everyone), my blogger friend Nemo proposed the idea of a story that used a location as the central character. (You can read the conversation here: Click me). I decided it sounded like a cool idea.
Here’s my attempt at it.
It occurred to me on a random summer night, while I was laying on the singular bed inside a house with no fewer than fifty rooms, that I will never kill anyone. Continue reading
A story about a dark outcome. A story hopefully never real.
A story called:
We drive because an airplane would be too slow. The takeoff would not happen in time, and that wasn’t an option when we knew what was coming.
And we did know, but no one else did. We would sound like maniacs on the street if we tried to tell them. Continue reading
Quake in fear my readers! Quake! For the storm approaches and soon, oh so very soon, my creation will walk amongst the world. And it will bring fear, and sorrow!
How’d I do it you ask? Fool! You think I would stop here and simply tell you the secrets of evil? The recipe for monsters?
Do you really think I have that big of an ego?
Because I totally do. So let’s get started! Continue reading
Two flash fictions this week?
Is this some kind of crazy dream?
But even if it is, I invite you to enjoy it.
With a story called:
The Monster at the End of the Hallway Continue reading
So, here’s another creepy flash fiction…
Cue, Drum Roll!
This time Chuck Wendig gave us only one assignment: Write a flash fiction about disease.
It can be any disease, real or fictional. It just has to be a horror story.
Sounds right up my alley.
So here we go:
So…I love writing horror.
Like a lot.
So for the month of October, I am going to keep scratching that itch.
Who knows, maybe I’ll just keep making spooky flash fictions even when it is not around Halloween.
But, that’s later. Till that time comes, I am just here to scare. So here’s the next terrifying flash fiction.
“It is estimated that the average American watches five hours of television daily. However, like all estimates, there are exceptions to the rule.” Continue reading
Warning: The following contains disturbing content that may legitimately scare or otherwise upset readers. I am not joking. If you are not of a stoic nature, please go read a different article. I recommend this. (Click the green letters)
I have read many books in my life time.
All sorts of genres: Horror, Fantasy, Science fiction, etc.
I have even read the Twilight Books.
But for the longest time my favorite genres have been horror, science fiction, and dystopia.
I am only stating this so my words have weight. So that you understand I am not just blowing smoke here.
So, when I say this is the scariest book I have ever read, you should feel a chill go up your spine. Continue reading