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Genre Fiction
A selection of horror, science fiction, and pulp stories.
"Shadows moved along the water’s edge, without shape or form. Creeping, vile things. Wraiths disfigured by otherworldly contortions, growing in number along the beachfront."
I'm always ranting about Hawaiian sovereignty, and it always falls on deaf ears. So I wrapped the message in a horror story and made a well-known tech billionaire its protagonist.
Coming out on October 31st
in the new Horror Compilation:
Darkness Most Fowl
"Amid the purple-blue leaves, the butcherbird alights near its prey— it picks and jabs with a hooked beak, ripping off strips of rose-pink flesh. He reminds himself: this is not cruel. This is just nature."
A man tries to discover why the ghosts of missing women have been following him...
“I heard about this one machine out West… it showed up one day and gave kids seizures. Then the next day some government suits came in, recorded some data, and took it away.”
1986, suburban Chicago:
A mysterious arcade cabinet shows up at the local arcade.
It has no buttons, no joystick, only white text on a blank screen... the words of someone, or something, communicating from the other side.
My first novelette.
The curator, who had been skittish from their introduction, became increasingly agitated in such close proximity to the artifact. His head bobbed all around his neck, his eyes never settling to focus.
He whispered to Vogt, or perhaps more to himself,
“They tend to get louder…”
Vogt’s eyes narrowed into slits on his craggy face.
“Who gets louder?”
“The closer you get, they tend to get louder.”
Vogt swore under his breath.
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