Newest Work, contest submission

Alright, a couple things to talk about (or maybe actually three).

First, I’ve submitted a short horror piece to sandspress publishing for a writing contest/anthology.  1st through 3rd wins cash and the top 20 will all appear in their anthology.  It was a very short story contest (2500) and I’m used to having a bit more wiggle room to develop characters so not sure how that will go (I think my character work is actually one of my strong points).

Started working on a short story (10k word limit) for word reaver press for an anthology.  Like the idea of my story and have had fun, cranking out nearly 2k words in a night for it.  I think it will be one of my scarier pieces so fingers crossed, here we go.

I’ve started reworking my novel into a 3rd person pov instead of a first.  This rewrite has been very easy and I really like what I’ve come up with so far.  Being 3rd person I may get to have some fun and allow Sadie to have a few chapters so we can dig into her persona more.  Overall been busy busy busy writing as of late.

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Talon Excerpt

Being over four hundred years old, Nicholas no longer needed blood to sustain himself. The tiniest of sips could keep him going for months but what had once been a need to drink had been replaced with a desire for the thrill. The screams of the suffering were like sweet lullabies to his ears and the blissful moment that the glimmer of life in their eyes faded to nothingness—in that moment, he was no man, he was no Vampire. In that moment, he felt himself a God. It was the only time he felt in control. It was his calm during the endless storm. He was a junkie and killing was the only fix that laid his demons to rest, even if just for a little while.

On the Horizon….

TWO short stores in Devolution Z magazine in December.

Fantasy story I submitted should have a response mid December.

Sci Fi Story I submitted should have a ‘possible response’ or at least a ‘you did or did not pass the first stage of selections’ response within a week.

Short in a horror anthology coming out in May.

Another short submitted to DZ magazine for their New Year’s edition.

Lot’s going on…. stay tuned!

One month, Two Stories

I am thrilled to announce I will be appearing in BOTH issues that Devolution Z is putting out in the month of December!  On Dec 1st you can catch my holiday themed “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” story and on Dec 15th you can check out my article styled story “The Rockville Skunk Ape.”

From “Where Old Acquaintances Be Forgot”–a New Year’s Eve in Bryce Mental Hospital (Tuscaloosa, AL) short story

With his ears ringing and his pulse pounding, Mike ran at a pace which would make the running backs a few miles away over at the University of Alabama jealous. He had no clue we could move this fast. If Nick Saban could see me now I’d get that scholarship I always wanted.

His little joke wasn’t helping with his anxiety. He was feeling every nerve in his body scream at him to get out, to just get the fuck out but there was no exit in sight. A thousand thoughts ran through his mind as he entered a giant room full of machinery that he didn’t recognize. Oh fuck me running! Is this the boiler room?! Yea, Mike, let’s run into the boiler room! It’s not like there’s ever been a horror movie set in a boiler room or anything! Oh shit! What is this place’s address? This isn’t on Elm Street is it?!

He didn’t have long to ponder the question before the soft echo of sobbing caught his attention. The sound of it made his skin crawl. Oh fuck! What is that?!

An excerpt from “The Rise of UMBRA”, a sci-fi piece for an anthology

Feeling the room spin, Autumn felt herself come alive. Every muscle was on fire. Every bone ached in a way she couldn’t even describe. A million nerves simultaneously fired, sending wave after wave of excruciating pain coursing through her body. Ripping the mask from her face, she fell forward onto her knees and began vomiting up the sickness which seemed to be consuming her.

She felt a warm towel placed around her shoulders and someone pull her hair back into a ponytail. She heard snickering and a familiar voice. “First time in a cryogenics tube, huh?”

Spitting up a thick mucus like substance, Autumn took the towel from her shoulders and wiped her face clean. Trying to catch her breathe, she managed to reply, “Yea, Bloody. How can you tell?”

Looking up, Autumn saw Bloody’s boyish face smiling down at her. “It’s that way for everyone their first time. You’ll get used to it.”

From “Where Old Acquaintances Be Forgot”–a New Year’s Eve in Bryce Mental Hospital (Tuscaloosa, AL) short story

With no time to mend to his wounds, he leaped to his feet and was running down the corridor at full speed. Every shadow seemed to hide a face. Every noise had a sinister tint about it.

Stopping at the end of the hall to catch his breath, he tried to get his bearings. Looking left and right, he tried to find something familiar without any luck. He faced the fact that he was completely lost. God damn it! Why does everything in this place have to look the fucking same! Okay, Mikey, think… think. You’re on the second floor so you need to go down. We need a staircase… a staircase. My fucking kingdom for a staircase!

So left or right? Satanists are supposed to walk the left-handed path so let’s try right.  Yea, right sounds good.  Turning to his right, his flashlight illuminated what looked like a curly haired female in a hospital gown. As the girl started staggering towards him and moaning, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Oh fuck, left it is!