Publications

Sins of the Mother

Book 1 of the Maiden, Mother Crone Series

A new Dark Age approaches
Evil walks unfettered between realities,
no longer content in hiding in the shadows,
feeding on the blood and souls of the innocent.
Three witches linked by blood and fate must close the doors forever.
Only one has the ability.
The war for a young girl’s soul has begun.

They Bite

Part of Tales from the Water’s Edge

Nocturnal Hunters

Part of Something Woked This Way Comes: The 2023 Fark Fiction Anthology

Dolls

Part of Welcome to Effham Falls

Planted

Part of Fear Forge: Spring Quarter 2023 Edition

Rain poured down in torrents, pooling and disturbing the soil. Mud dripped into Amanda’s eyes. Darkness pressed in all around her, but the weight of the soil comforted her like a therapeutic blanket. They had buried her. Dead or alive, she wasn’t sure anymore.

She wriggled her fingers.

The rush of rainwater lasted several days. Soaked and chilled, she lay trapped in her damp grave as lizards and snakes crawled over her face and torso. Insects and small rodents nestled beside her, making nests in her hair. Inch by inch, the continuing storm washed away the dirt and stones that covered Amanda’s upper torso.

The Last Door

Part of Tales from the Frozen North: A Winter Anthology

Billy rolled over and hit snooze. His dog, Arlo, jumped on the bed, licked his face with reckless abandon, urging him out of bed. He playfully swatted Arlo and rubbed his head. “Enough. I know what time it is.”

Outside the snow swirled into large pillowy drifts. Maybe school would be canceled today?

He gathered his winter gear and proceeded to get dressed as Arlo’s tail waved in anticipation. He gazed at his dog, “I’m hurrying.”

Roadkill Surprise

Part of The Horror Zine Magazine Summer 2021

A savage cry cut through the forest.

Animals of all sizes stood at rapt attention. Minutes passed. Ears twitched and nostrils flared. A small creature broke from the snowy undergrowth and dashed towards freedom, zigzagging around tree trunks and diving through thickets of thorns, employing whatever acrobatics it could to keep death at bay.

A darkness blacker than the shadows followed. Rage built inside. The hunger grew. The tiny morsel wouldn’t sedate its appetite. The creature desired flesh—tender and sweet, and blood, rich and warm.

Two Bobby’s

Part of The Horror Writers Network Anthology Gates of Chaos.

Cha·os /ˈkāˌäs/ complete disorder and confusion.

Assaulted from all directions by natural disasters, political upheavals and viral pandemics, we often feel we are living in a time of chaos. But imagine how much worse things can get. We still sleep in our warm beds, are able to eat, to drive, to vote, to think freely. Are we truly living in a time of chaos, or do we merely stand on the precipice, waiting at the gates? Can we possibly imagine the true horror that awaits us on the other side?