Willowy Whisper

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Look At Me

New short story release! He wouldn’t stop following her . . . everywhere she went. Not only places he could reach, but places he couldn’t reach. Her mind. Her dreams. Who was he . . . and why wouldn’t he… Continue Reading →

I Watched You Do It

New Release! My latest short story is a murderous, spine-chilling escape . . . but with so many people chasing her, is that even possible? CLICK HERE TO READ

Blooms for Naught

It’s been a while since I posted a short story, so here you go. Now when I say short, I really do mean short, this time. I know my stories tend to be long, more times than not. CLICK THE… Continue Reading →

Majestic

The breath whooshed out of her lungs, like a rush of wings. She stared. The numbness started through her, paralyzing her, binding her. The fear was cutting. Like claws, gripping inside her chest, yanking. She couldn’t breathe. She saw the… Continue Reading →

Announcing the WINNER!

First of all, I just want to thank everyone who participated in A Place Called Lonesome – Short Story Contest. I got the opportunity to read some wonderful, imaginative writing. It was so neat getting to see each author’s idea of… Continue Reading →

This Hostile Land

“It’s here, Dan, and we’ve got to face it. We can’t run from it—not like your Pa. We’ve got to stick things out, no matter how hard it gets, no matter how much they take.” Reese leaned forward, moving his… Continue Reading →

I Went to Hell

Dimly, faintly, a woman’s voice was in my ear. “…not looking good…ambulance coming…” There was pauses, hands touching me. Flora. My head screamed her name, even as I fought the blackness, processing what was happening. The woman’s voice again. “…he’s… Continue Reading →

Evidence

Evidence is a short story about a single, handsome gym-fanatic and his divorced sister with four kids. Their biggest problem was deciding who would take care of their mom. Until someone murdered her, and both of their worlds spiraled out… Continue Reading →

Sometimes Monsters Wear Beautiful Faces

Sometimes Monsters Wear Beautiful Faces is a short story! Here is a little excerpt from the story, to give you a teensy-weensy idea what it’s about: Jacob Malcolm moved down a snowy street, just as the large clock chimed ten on… Continue Reading →

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