Dave was a prepper.

He had 500 gallons of water and enough food to last him for a year.

Dave was a prepper.

His coworkers though he was crazy. they had given him the name “prepper” as an insult, but he wore it with pride. He was a prepper because he was prepared. When society went to shit, which it would, he would survive.

Dave was a prepper.

Of course, when society collapsed, those same coworkers would be at his door, looking to take the supplies he had worked so hard for. He had to be prepared for that too. So he also had enough guns and ammo to supply a small army.

Dave was a prepper.

Until everything came crashing down. He didn’t know exactly what caused. Perhaps it was the pandemic. Or maybe it was the famine that followed. Didn’t matter. Society collapsed, just like he knew it would. He was vindicated!

The first time one of them came knocking at his door, it felt pretty good. It felt even better to turn him away. By the fifth one, it got annoying. They all came to him with the same sob story about how their family was starving. He turned them all away. It wasn’t his fault they didn’t have the good sense to prepare like he did.

Dave was a prepper.

So, when he heard a suspicious noise in the middle of the night, he was prepared. He grabbed his trusty Glock 19 and quietly made his way toward the source of the sound.

He saw someone at the front door and quickly, but steadily, fired two rounds into center mass. Two should do. Didn’t want to waste ammo, after all. They went down.

He stilled, waiting. After the other didn’t move for several seconds, he approached the body. It was one of the yuppies he had turned away, still holding a kitchen knife. Brave but stupid. He had enough ammo to last him for years. Nobody was taking his stash.

Dave was a prepper.

He would defend himself against anyone who would take from him. Those without the good sense to prepare. They had no chance with whatever improvised weapons they brought to bear.

Something flitted across his vision and he readied his gun again. A noise behind him. He glanced back just as the front door burst in. He swung around and fired at the new intruder, quickly, but much less steady than before. The intruder yelped, hit, but probably not fatal. He aimed for the kill shot.

“You bastard!” came a roar from behind.

Dave spun to find another intruder charging him with yet another kitchen knife. He lined up his shot and-


Everything went red and he was blind. Then a searing pain that seemed to come from everywhere.

When the red cleared, he found the one in front of him with a wild look in their eyes. He tried to yell, but all that came out was a soft gurgle. Something warm was running down his chest. The one in front shoved the knife into his belly. The edges of his vision went black and he let the gun tumble from his numb hand. He doubled over. They let him fall.

As he lay bleeding out, another joined the first two and told them what kind of supplies Dave still had. They all agreed that they would be a huge benefit to the community.

Dave was a prepper.

He was prepared for the collapse of society. But society doesn’t collapse, not really.

Dave was a prepper.


The Thursday Chronicles

Thursday, November 6th 1958

“You really this this will work?” asked Steve.

“Of course it will,” replied the doctor. “We’ve worked so long for this. Soon, we will accomplish the dream of time travel! Now, flip the switch.”

Steve did as he was told and flipped the switch, sending massive amounts of power straight from the grid to the machine. Lights dimmed all around them, the machine hummed, loud enough to vibrate his teeth then… nothing.

“It didn’t work, did it?” the doctor asked, his face falling. It was third attempt and the doctor’s confidence was not infinite.

“It did not,” Steve replied.

“Ah, well. We’ll get it next time.”

Thursday, June 17th 1971

“Honey, there’s somebody at the door for you,” Steve’s wife called from the front room

Steve trundled up to the front room. He didn’t know what he expected when he got there, but the doctor wasn’t it.

It had been thirteen years since he saw him last. While things had changed dramatically for Steve, the wife and kids were big ones, but he had also filled out and had some gray on his temples now, the doctor looked exactly like the last day they saw each other.

“Steve!’ the doctor shouted, throwing his hands wide. “I found you!”

“You did.” Steve avoided the hug. “Why were you looking for me?” He thought he had made it pretty clear he was done with all of the doctor’s mad scientist stuff.

The doctor grabbed him by the shoulders before he could dodge. “It worked!” he said with a wild look in his eyes.

Steve squinted at him. “What worked?” he asked, knowing full well he didn’t want the answer.

“The experiment!” the doctor shouted in his face. “Our last one.”

“No it didn’t,” Steve said, gesturing around. “See?”

“But it did!” Steve was afraid the doctor’s eyes would pop out of his head.

“Goodbye.” Steve pushed him out the door. “Get some help.” The doctor was still babbling about the experiment behind the closed door as he made his way back to the kitchen.

Thursday, November 6th 2008

Steve lay on the bed in the nursing home. His wife had passed two years previous, and his kids didn’t visit anymore. He couldn’t blame them. He probably wouldn’t visit him either, if he had the choice. They thought he was crazy. Probably he was. A function of old age.

He sensed something at the foot of his bed and saw something large and dark standing there.

He had heard of this happening in a person’s final moments. He welcomed the Reaper gladly.

“Are you death?” he asked the figure.

“No,” the figure replied. It leaned in, revealing a face Steve knew well. The doctor. “I am life.”

Thursday, November 6th 1958

“Get ready! We’re really going to do this!”

Steve was jolted awake from his daydream, uncertain why he had tears streaming down his cheeks.

Behind the Door Released

It’s out everyone!

I’m flexing my claws with this one. Scarier than ASH with some of my best short horror. Check out the all-new Room 142 or revisit old favorites like The Garden, reworked and better than ever!

You can buy it for Kindle or read for free right now on Kindle Unlimited. Click here to see.

Antique Train Ticket

I was handed an antique train ticket. 1902. I don’t know who gave it to me, or why. One minute, I was walking, and the next, I had a ticket and a whisper; “go there”. Continue reading “Antique Train Ticket”

To Blossom

It wasn’t the first time she’d felt like this.  She’d felt the painful sensation of flames on her cheeks and hands before, when she was angry or fearful.  There was never fire, though.  Just heat. This time, it was different.  This time, it was stronger.  Hotter. More painful. And the burning feeling was coursing through her veins, beating the rhythm of her heart. This time, it was inside of her. Continue reading “To Blossom”


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ASH Is Out!

My debut novel, ASH is finally out!

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