A New Year’s story, much happier than my usual fare. ——————- She had moved to Louisiana in the winter. It wasn’t cold, not compared to what she was used to, but she still longed to curl up with someone warm at night. Her apartment was a tiny thing in…
An unedited, short horror story for Thanksgiving today. Happy eating, everyone. 12 Steps The wave of blood rushed toward her feet. She stepped back as simply as if she were on some sandy beach, avoiding the incoming tide. She thought back to the last time she was on vacation –…
Women, traumatize others. You are a dragon. You are a wolf. You are a bump in the night. You are the last thing they see in the darkness. You are all of these things and more, you are the heart of their fucking nightmares. ————– (Yes, this is currently a…
My Illness Does Not Define Me For a brief comic, I will warn that my personal experiences do not necessarily reflect every single case. I hope I made that clear in the first pages, but it’s possible I must say it plainly. After many letters of encouragement, support and trusting…
nightstempest asks: I’m not sure if you’ve been asked this before but, what is your advice or your technique on forming well-rounded characters in writing? Despite my many attempts to create, my inept approach this cripples my hopes for making more than shorts and poems Make a character. Argue with…
judepax asks: How do you write without getting hung up on all kinds of minute details like “the word that means what I’m thinking doesn’t feel like the right word” or “but that’s too vague/specific/improbable/whatever”? You don’t. Eventually, you develop a tough skin against your worst critic: yourself. You can…
She drove into the countryside on a gloomy Tuesday. It might be a nice change from the city life, she told herself. ANYTHING would be a nice change from so many… people. The mountains made the air around the road thick with fog. She drove her old Chevy slowly around…
Excerpt from a comic script, without panel layout. Still rough, but coming along. Pt. II: ReDeath: Go To Part I Here (a black panel with words overlayed) The first night was fine. I ate cheap Chinese takeout and fell asleep on my couch. The second night, I tried to behave…
Excerpt from a comic script, without panel layout. Still rough, but coming along. My name is Alex Helms. I am 32 years old. I am a coroner’s assistant. I have 3 tattoos, two piercings, four moles and fifty eight scars. The last two scars I gave myself are the…
