Do I believe? Of course I do. I’ve seen them. Well, at least some of them.
The thing you need to understand about the Chaotic Ones is that they’re never what you expect them to be. Kind of obvious, right?
Let me tell you about the time I met Life.
Continue reading “Life”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.
Continue reading “Dave”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.
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!
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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”
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”
First, I’d like to say that the next part of The Road to Self Publishing is on the way and will be posted tomorrow.
Second, I have a Facebook page now. So, if you’re on Facebook and would like to follow, you can find me here. I’ll be posting updates from this page as well as shorter writing talk and Facebook exclusive stories.
Lastly, if you haven’t heard, my book, ASH, is out. You can buy it on Amazon or check out the landing page for the other ways to buy.
There we are! See you tomorrow!
My debut novel, ASH is finally out!
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“Don’t you move a muscle,” said the voice as something hard pressed into the small of Nicholas’s back. “You’re gonna empty your pockets, nice and slow.” Continue reading “Help”
Okay, it’s time to talk about the 500 pound gorilla in the room, Amazon. If you oppose Amazon on ideological grounds and won’t use them, that’s completely valid. This article just isn’t for you. I’ll be posting separate articles on the other marketplaces you can use. Continue reading “The Road to Self Publishing- Amazon”
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