Winter House: Chapter One

I’m fortunate in that I’ve been asked to contribute to a new fiction section of National Road Magazine. Read the first installment of an adventure I’ve been waiting to start for some time. The house wasn’t exactly what they’d wanted, but the location and price were right. It had charm, after all. It had obviously […]

Get Your Spook On

Happy to say a short story I wrote was included in the Fall issue of Dark Gothic Resurrected Magazine.  You can nab a copy from Amazon and read my story, “The Sharper Blade.” Just in time for Halloween! Get your spook on!

The Ladder

Ari’s desk clock read 6:34 p.m. His cell phone wasn’t ringing, which meant that his wife had resigned to the idea he would miss their son’s little league game. Again. He sighed and rested his face in his hands. Two more pages, he thought. Just two more pages and I can get out of here. […]

At the End of the Day

When Raymond decided he was going to die, the feelings he perceived were not as he expected. He recalled that as his mother approached her own death, at the age of 99, he witnessed her speaking to relatives long passed. They could have been sitting in the living room next to her she was carrying […]

Love Anxiously

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. When you loved someone they were supposed to love you back. Completely. In the same way. The way you loved them. But that wasn’t how this was going. Instead it was one-sided. Selfish. It was 2:30 a.m. He’d finished his work for the day at 9 p.m. […]

It Might Be A Soft J

Sharing work with another person, in person, is nerve wracking. I hated sharing papers in college. Professors I could handle disappointing, but my friends? Ugh. On the other hand that was “scholarly” work. Being critical of someone’s ability to cite sources is very different from critiquing someone else’s imagination.

From the Rocks

“Shite that’s a big fall,” Arlen said, leaning over the cliff. The morning sea mist swirled in the breeze as the sun began to break over the horizon. “How’d you find it?” asked Nolan. He turned to glance back at the American girl wrapped in a blanket. Mrs. MacCann was sitting with her, trying to […]