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Love, Rehab, and Turtles – Chapter 3

Nick had detoxed before and each time it got a little worse. The shakes were more violent, the sweats wetter, the fevers higher, and the hallucinations more salacious.

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Love, Rehab, and Turtles – Chapter 2

Nick had detoxed before and each time it got a little worse. The shakes were more violent, the sweats wetter, the fevers higher, and the hallucinations more salacious.

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Love, Rehab, and Turtles – Chapter 1

1. Hello, My Name Is Nick looked out at a sea of grizzled faces staring back at him from atop plastic bucket seats. He didn’t recognize anyone in particular, but he knew the type. Most had some form of weaponry across their lap or slung neatly on the back of their chairs. Monster hunters, paranoid […]

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Home for the Holidays

Below you will find a link to download this story as a word doc! It is very long and I could see reading it on a website being painful. But, as a teaser, I’ve included the text of the first chapter below to draw you in! Kindle, PDF, and Mobi files are all free for […]

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The Lake

This is a story I wrote in 2016, but I’ve gone through and re-written it to match my current style better and fix several gratuitous grammatical errors. It takes place before A Man of the Mountain, Whiteout and Downpour (a book series) and serves as a good introduction to Nick Ventner, my favorite drunken monster […]

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Hangin’ Around – 6

Herb Withers watched in horror as Jeremiah raised his hitherto unused pistol. The barrel was pointed right at Herb’s chest, and before there was any chance to react, a deafening thunderclap rocked him backward.

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Hangin’ Around – 5

Fall came, quickly followed by winter, and the hangings slowed, so they had plenty of time to practice, and even more for Maggie to be frustrated at the lack of progress.

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Hangin’ Around – 4

All Maggie wanted to do was ask Adam about the possession, but a bet was a bet.

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Hangin’ Around – 3

The following month was hot, the sun’s scorching rays beating down on the packed earth and sending waves through the otherwise clear air.

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Hangin’ Around – 1

“It’s all in the feet. See? See how much he’s kicking? Can’t conserve a breath like that, no sir.” Maggie looked up at the man swinging from the high branch of Hangman’s Tree. She felt a twinge of sympathy, but mostly anticipation. A pocket watch ticked slowly in her hand.

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