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2019 Published Works

That's Creepy, Santa! Part One

"Christmas often brings joy, and other times, sadness. For Maya, the holiday meant the entertainment of her mother-in-law. Plus, the forced endurance of a long list of complaints. Where this woman was concerned, she would never be perfect for her son.
 
But, this was the night before that whole disaster would unfold. Tonight, she and Paul would exchange gifts with each other. Alone. The two of them. Fireplace. Wine. Maybe more. Maya smiled..." http://coffeehousewriters.com/thats-creepy-santa-part-one/

That's Creepy, Santa! Part One

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That's Creepy, Santa! Part Two

Christmas Eve didn't go as planned. Instead of their intimate evening together, Paul surprised his wife by being creepy. Maya took control of the situation and put him in his place. Well, in several places...

That's Creepy, Santa! Part Two

STUCK THAT WAY

A little metaphysical irony... CLICK IMAGE TO READ

STUCK THAT WAY

Devilish Game, Part One

When Camille Abraxas moves in with her grandfather after her father's death, she discovers her family is the center of the town's supernatural lore and realizes it might all be the truth.

Devilish Game, Part One

Devilish Game, Part Two

"Is she dead? Did you kill her?" Ellie paced behind the chair."

Devilish Game, Part Two

BY INDUCTION

If you could put someone's name in jar and freeze them out of your life—would you do it? My latest published piece available at Coffee House Writers offers a little, or maybe a lot of dramatic irony.  I hope you enjoy it!

BY INDUCTION

Something Lurking, Part One

My house sits off a country road, miles from the nearest intersection, and even that road is remote. About three miles down on the left, my driveway juts off and wanders through the woods. Then the trees clear and give way to a full view of my house. Here, the days are quiet, barring the raps of woodpeckers and the cicadas' song. But, the nights take on a life of their own.

Something Lurking, Part Two

"Sorry boy." I repeat the words in an endless loop, though my mouth doesn't move. My plea for forgiveness is an incoherent mumble. It doesn't matter. Finley is dead. He can't hear me, but I say it anyway...

Something Lurking, Part Three

I spot a man at the edge of the tree line. He points at us, and his yellowed nails and knotty knuckles gain most of my attention. The rest of my brain sizes him up. He's over sixty and overweight. The Mossy Oak camo gear is fresh off the rack, and a synthetic lure spray saturates the cloth. The unnatural stench hangs in the air around him and ruins his chance of bagging any deer, or anything else.
 
"You okay, lady?"