Bobby walked down to peek over Jerry’s shoulder. Trina’s room was drowning in pink. The curtains on the windows were pink with polkadots. The sheets on her bed were pink with flowers. There was even a rug that was pink and white swirling in circles. Bobby shuddered, thankful he didn’t have an eight year old sister. Trina was sitting on her bed, brushing the hair of a baby doll. She looked pale.
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 […]
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!