Posted on August 31, 2021
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 […]
Posted on June 15, 2021
Look, I wrote a story about killer snails, but people seem to like it, maybe you will too.
“Wonderfully visceral piece of story-telling.” – ABC Tales User
“How wonderfully horrifying!” – A Reddit User
Posted on June 11, 2021
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.
Posted on June 7, 2021
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.
Posted on June 3, 2021
All Maggie wanted to do was ask Adam about the possession, but a bet was a bet.
Posted on June 1, 2021
The following month was hot, the sun’s scorching rays beating down on the packed earth and sending waves through the otherwise clear air.
Posted on May 26, 2021
It took the better part of the afternoon for Adam to stop asking repetitive questions. Otis sat patiently through three hundred ‘why’s and ‘where’s before finally losing his cool and telling the man to suck it up.
Posted on May 23, 2021
“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.
That’s right, The Nick Ventner Adventures are alive and well! Downpour marks the second full-length novel in the series and picks up shortly after the events of Whiteout.
Posted on August 24, 2020
The key to reanimation was speed, and now she suspected that she still hadn’t been fast enough. Heat and humidity made quick work, especially when the tomb masons were phoning it in. She could have broken the seal with a plastic spoon.