The white lights switched on, bathing the stage with their fluorescent glow. A man stood silhouetted in a red, sequin suit holding a microphone that was larger than it had any right to be. He took a deep breath and stepped out toward the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s youuuurr afterlife!”
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Chadpocalypse 1:4
If you need to catch up, here are links to previous chapters: Parts 1-2 Part 3 4. The sight of Hell suddenly appearing through the wall of Chad’s apartment was enough to silence him temporarily. The horseman’s firm grip held him by his collar, as Chad dangled above a lake of lava. Far below, a … Continue reading Chadpocalypse 1:4
Before Whiteout
The following is the first chapter of a short story that precedes my first novel Whiteout. It's a bit darker, but it still has its humor! A Man of the Mountain By Ashton Macaulay The snow had only just begun to fall when Jonas opened the sturdy wooden door of his cabin and walked outside. … Continue reading Before Whiteout
Whiteout Chapter 1
Werewolves Don't Howl We should have brought matches. The thought rang through Nick’s head clear as a bell, even after everything else had become a frozen blur. James sat beside him, panting on a rock. His boyish hair was slick with sweat and his parka was crusted with a fresh coat of frost. Should have … Continue reading Whiteout Chapter 1
Chadpocalypse 1:3
This is the third chapter of my newest short story, Chadpocalypse. Parts 1-2 can be found here. 1:3 “Oh great, thanks Marvin, you’ve let the Jehovahs in again,” Chad yelled. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for various religious figures to come knocking at the doors of the apartment building, but the trick was to play … Continue reading Chadpocalypse 1:3
