Well, it’s finally here. The short story compilation has arrived, and thanks to Jack Johnson I have a fun promotional video to show it off: The synopsis of each story in the collection is as follows: “Rust” – Mars is now a prison mining colony where each prisoner has their own mine…and their own robot warden. “Shade” – A lone astronaut is marooned on a harsh world where the sunlight can kill, but the horrid thing living in the only shade may be worse. “Baphomet” – There is n
Sometime after Christmas I will be releasing a collection of 10 short stories in the vein of Creepy Pasta. I am working with the most fantastic cover designer who has created the following cover for the compilation. The picture below is the full wrap-around cover with the author blurb on the back. His name is Jack Johnson, and he is truly talented. If you think you can do your own covers and you haven’t had any classes in graphic design or art, please don’t do that yoursel
“Take five more minutes,” said a short, black bearded foreman, indicating with a gloved finger. “And then you must push that sand over there.” Harold swore to himself that after this job he would not take any more employment in the Middle East. Technically he was in Africa, just north of the ancient Valley of the Kings, but it felt like every place he had been since the Sea Bees discharged him because of some unfortunate business, from Iraq to Saudi to the edge of the Sainai.
The following flash fiction story was inspired by something I actually saw in the real world that started my imagination to humming. While walking to the Metro library to record our latest podcast, I happened upon a plywood box on the sidewalk with the curious words “Please don’t let out the snakes. MGMT” written on top. I discovered later that the city was working on installing new traffic signals and that these boxes hide the ugly wires that protrude from the sidewalk, b
As promised, here is part 2 of “The Gray Grocer”. You may find part one here. Tune in next week for the conclusion of this story. Phil stood still for just a moment, thinking about the person that leg and boot might belong to. He shrugged, his mind whirling, and turned to go get the mop. That is when he heard the strange shriek of some type of animal or animals coming from the aisle he was planning to mop. “That’s it,” he grumbled and darted over to aisle 8 and saw Mr. Gr