The dragon stalked his prey, watching the puny humans walk by the window of their castle. His senses heightened, and all he heard was the slow pulse of his heartbeat and the chirping of nearby crickets. The dragon slinked into his surroundings, stealthily drawing closer to his target. The humans never saw the attack coming. The dragon sprang from his hiding place and devoured his meal. The chirping from the crickets instantly ceased. The quick action caught the humans by surprise, causing the queen to jump from the sudden movement. Continue reading
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Fun Size: A Sample Anthology Cover Reveal
Good news: today will be the start of a new series! Leading up to the release of the Fun Size Anthology, I will be posting story teasers each week so you can see what to expect from this great collection, and it shall be called Fun Size Fridays! We’ve already had some good cover teasers building up to today’s full reveal, so let’s check it out! Continue reading
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Summertime: Sunshine, Fireworks, and Grilling
“Here. Hold my drink real quick,” I said to my friend, passing the cup to him. He stashed it under his feet, then we kicked back and settled in to our seats. We had spent the majority of the day tipping back some ice cold refreshments, and we were both feeling pretty good. We leaned our heads back and soaked up the sun. We absorbed the sights, sounds, and smells. The bright, afternoon sunshine assaulted our eyes through our sunglasses. Gunpowder from fireworks wafted through the air after the deafening booms of their detonation.
Summer was upon us, and I could smell all the meats on the grill. Pork, bacon specifically, flooded my nasal passages. The neighborhood was abuzz with activity, and most people didn’t seem to notice or care about our shenanigans as they were too preoccupied with their own. Inexplicably, the bacon smell intensified as a new guest to the party approached. Continue reading
Into the Graveyard
“If you don’t do it, I’m telling everyone at school you’re a chicken!”
There was no backing out. If Eddie didn’t follow through with his dare, then he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his classmates when he returned to school from Fall Break. That was the curse of living in a small town. Everybody knows your business, and once you’ve been ridiculed by one person then everybody else chimes in so they don’t get singled out too.
It never failed. Every year a single high school freshman was chosen to be “initiated” by a group of upper classmen. It just so happened that this was Eddie’s not-so-lucky year.Into the Graveyard
The group of boys stood at the edge of a small plot of land that had long ago been abandoned. On the left side of the land arose the shell of a large, two-story farm-house. The house had been condemned decades before the boys had ever laid eyes on it, but it still stood in disrepair due to the fact that the small township it resided in couldn’t afford the cost of demolition. The right side of the land displayed a very small graveyard that housed the last inhabitants of the farm-house. “Miller Cemetery,” as it had affectionately become known around town, was unanimously deemed the spookiest place in the area, with several ghost stories stemming from the events that led to the family’s demise.
These stories were passed down through the generations, with nobody ever taking the time to confirm the details of what actually occurred, so naturally the tales grew longer and more gruesome with each telling. Continue reading
Is there anything better than laying in a field on the earliest autumn days, soaking up sunshine as the rays warm your face? There’s really not. The serenity of enjoying every second of that moment is unparalleled, which makes the next turn of events in my story even more jarring.
Imagine laying in a field as I just described, only to be ripped from your makeshift bed. Abducted against your will, tossed into the trunk of a random vehicle, and taken to some strange house that you’ve never seen before. My captors don’t even have the decency to take me inside. I get forgotten and neglected for days, left outside in the elements. I can see into the house through a window down the side of the front door. That’s the only way I can keep track of the concept of time. There’s a daily calendar just inside that keeps track of my days. The calendar flips to October, and my mind starts racing. What do they have in store for me?? Then I get some company. On the first of the month, they drop another hostage right next to me. There’s a chill in the air, then they grab my newfound friend and haul him inside. Continue reading
The Kings of Chaos Motorcycle Club Series Book 3 Title and Cover Reveal
“Yeah, see, it all started when this dame walked into my office, see. Nope, just kidding. This isn’t that kind of detective story. I’m not classy or elegant enough for all that mess.”
The return of Will McGee! He’s toppled an outlaw motorcycle club, crippled a drug distribution ring, and dealt with crushing personal blows along the way. So what do you do when you reach the end of the road? You turn around and ride back where you came from.
When a new black and blue patch begins popping up around Rough River Falls, along with some all-too-familiar faces, Will is confronted by his past. Whether he’s ready for it or not. Throw on a rain suit, because the sunshine is over.
“Get over here dammit!” he says, seething as he rips the car door open.
I’m unclear why he’s so mad at me. It’s not like it was my intent for this to happen. We were both happily driving along, then suddenly something very unfortunate happened. In a split second, we were both resting at a complete stop following an awful mechanical sound.
“Get out here!” He relentlessly yanks me from my seat until I am free of my restraints. The physical abuse begins immediately and I’m unable to even say anything. He drops me to the ground and kicks me until I’m laying halfway under his vehicle. He grabs my arm and begins to crank it around behind my back. He doesn’t stop. He continues this over and over like it’s a bad wrestling move. Wrestling might be fake, but my joints creak in agony from the pressure nonetheless. Continue reading
Outside Your Window
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Shock and pain hit Rusty’s body just as fast as his brain could process it. Bone-jarring hits were nothing new to the demolition derby veteran, but direct hits to his driver’s door were out of the norm, not to mention illegal. He looked to his left and saw the all-too-familiar black and green paint scheme of his rival, Parker. He could clearly make out the stupid looking black, three-quarter helmet that Parker wore because he said it made him look like “The Intimidator.” “Sure, and my butt hair looks like Richard Petty’s mustache,” was Rusty’s response.
For six years, this rivalry had taken shape and become overly bitter. Bitter, mainly because Parker could never quite figure out how to beat Rusty. It started out innocent enough at the LeGrande County Fair. Continue reading
Compendium (noun): a collection of things that have been gathered together and presented as a group especially in the form of a book.
The following short story is in collaboration with Adam K. Moore and is set in the world he created with his first novel, COMPENDIUM TWENTY-THREE: PART I, Through the Valley.
The subsequent companion short stories are meant to enhance and expand that universe in and beyond Independence, Indiana. I strongly encourage you to check out the original story and fully immerse yourself in the battle for good and evil.
“Wake up,” she whispered frantically, shaking her son awake from a deep sleep.
“Mom, what’s wrong?” asked her son, Tommy.
“We have to go. I need you to be a big helper and grab some clothes, okay?” This is not how Caroline anticipated her day starting.
“Why? I don’t want to,” Tommy whined. “I wanna go back to sleep.”
Realistically, nobody expects their day to start this way. The difference is that most people don’t see the movements in the shadows. Most people don’t hear the hushed tones of plans for terror being formulated. However, Caroline is not most people. Continue reading
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