Short Fiction: The Last

Cap walked cautiously away from the fence and headed into the forest. The trees provided cover for them, but it also offered camouflage for the enemy. His eyes never stopped moving as he traversed the overgrown path. Briggs trailed after Cap, seemingly unaware of the concept of stealth. He nudged a shrub with the toe … Continue reading Short Fiction: The Last

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Short Fiction: One to Remember

Mitch took a deep breath. His hands shook, trembled so much he almost dropped what he held. He needed to calm down, think things through. Without a plan, he'd botch the whole thing. And he wanted the night to be special. One to remember. A knock shattered the quiet of the room. Who could that … Continue reading Short Fiction: One to Remember

Short Story: Winter in the Weald

"What do you mean, you locked the door?" John dropped the cooler on the weathered planks of the porch. Carrie rubbed her hands together and blew on them. "That's what normal people do when they leave a house." "This isn't a house, Carrie. It's a cabin in the woods." "I don't see the difference," she said. … Continue reading Short Story: Winter in the Weald

Short Fiction: The Ultimate Act of Love

"I'm so glad you decided to come to my cabin with me." Peter stoked the fire in the rustic stone fireplace and put a pan up to heat. "I've wanted this for so long. I can't believe it's finally time." Kerry made a soft sound he took to mean she was glad, too. He stared … Continue reading Short Fiction: The Ultimate Act of Love

Left for Dead

They'd left me for dead. I wasn't. Didn't intend to be, either. Just had to figure out how to call for help. Fingers busted, tendons severed in my left foot. Maybe I could commando-crawl down the road. But if I rolled over, my guts would spill out onto the road. Had to do something. Couldn't stay … Continue reading Left for Dead

Phantom Mourning

"It's been long enough." Karen's teeth chattered more from fear than from the plummeting temperatures. "The terms of the dare said to spend the whole night in the cemetery. Not to leave before dawn. Besides, the sun'll be up in another hour or so." Moonlight barely filtered through the canopy of trees, so Karen felt … Continue reading Phantom Mourning

Completing the Codex Gigas

Bram's shaking hand rattled the pages as he offered them to Viktor. His master snatched them from him, caressed them as he would a delicate instrument or a fragile glass sculpture. "Where are your gloves? Didn't I tell you to only handle these pages with the utmost care? You fool! You could have destroyed everything!" … Continue reading Completing the Codex Gigas

Waiting in Whitechapel

Maniacal desire surged through his heart—pulse racing, fingers trembling, palms sweating. The taste of impending satiety metallic on his tongue, making him salivate. He swallowed and licked chapped lips, then wiped his hands on his trousers before tugging on his gloves. Panic licked the fringes of his thoughts when his damp digits wouldn't slide into the … Continue reading Waiting in Whitechapel

Serial Killers and Readers

Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day. If you'll put up with a darker turn to the blog today, I want to introduce you to a new guest to my site. She's the author of some deliciously dark fiction, and I can't recommend her work highly enough. Today she shares some information with us … Continue reading Serial Killers and Readers

#FridayBookShare of Harmony Kent’s THE GLADE

Today I’m playing Shelley Wilson’s game: Friday Book Share. It’s fun and easy. Just take a book you’re reading and fill in the following blanks. First line of the book. Recruit fans by adding the book blurb. Introduce the main character using only three words. Delightful design (add the cover image of the book). Audience … Continue reading #FridayBookShare of Harmony Kent’s THE GLADE