Night Lights | Short Story

Twilight had taken over our path and the leaves glowed amber with the last rays of sunlight as night began to take its place. We had thought it would be a good idea: a romantic, sweet evening watching the sunset from the top of the hill, with the dusk settling in just as we finished…

Moved, Blocked, Progressing

It just hit me today that I haven’t posted on here in the longest of all my platforms. There were reasons. Many of them. Moving, traveling, anxiety, therapy, first anxiety attack in 3 months, getting myself on track with everything. A lot of it comes down to something that I think a lot of creative…

Shared Ideas | Short Story

Coffee cup rings were the most consistent adornment of his tiny desk, shoved into the corner of the spare room. It wasn’t much, but it was his. On some days it didn’t feel like much to him either, but most days it was his salvation.

Stolen Stars | Short Story

That night, I stole the stars. There were so many I didn’t think anyone would notice, so I reached up, and plucked one, like a cherry ripe with the season, and studied it in my hands.

The Forest of Lescha | Short Story

Wherever there is true darkness there are those who will be drawn to it. Some will be drawn by the desire to change or extinguish the dark with their own gift of blinding light, while others will seek only to revel in it, to absorb its chaos and stand at the center of its swirling storm. Others though, will seek to chain it, bridle it and use it as a beast of burden, better suited to the abuse of its station than those who drive it.

Short Story | Last Days of Summer

This story was originally created for my supporters over at Patreon.         She walked the familiar path towards the lake, the buzzing electrical light on the post of the dock a bobbing  beacon that hid and reappeared behind tree branches and brush. All around her the sound of tree frogs echoed and…

Short Story | Fire and Brimstone

She heard a crack as he entered the small clearing, a branch having given way beneath a boot, and his long jacket swept the ground, leaving just the slightest trail in the dirt behind him. She hadn’t been able to see him in the dark, but then again you could rarely see them clearly in…

The Proposal | Short Story

“Well?”   For a single word it was a very loaded question. Its answer would determine the next step in their lives, or at least their evening. Their eyes glinted at one another, the implication of the single word bouncing back and forth between them like a tennis ball knocked over the net by friendly…

Old gods Rising | Short Story

This story was originally created for my patrons over on Patreon, and I’ll really never be able to thank them enough. On the long conference table lay an array of seemingly random objects, most extravagant in their design and execution, all of them expertly crafted by hands whose work has not been see in this…

Numbers | A Short Story

This story was originally created for my amazing supporters over at Patreon. Click here to find out more.  Tizzy’s steps were deliberate, her feet never straying from their path. Each time she fit her tiny shoes in to the outline in the dirt, the product of her last

On the Care and Maintenance of Writers

This post was originally created over on my Patreon Page. In recent years we have seen an explosion in the market for Literary Creation Companions, commonly known as “Writers”.

Ox Blood | Short Story

This story was originally created for my supporters over on Patreon. If you enjoy it and would like to support my work, please consider becoming a patron.   She dipped her fingers in to the pool and pulled them out slick and dripping with life.