Gary Payne
Bio
Hi. I'm Gary Payne and I write under the name "G.L. Payne". It just sounds better to me. I've been writing fiction for many years and ages ago, I managed to get a few short stories published. Hope to publish a novel one day. Thanks
Stories (7/0)
Night of the Living Dead
Night of the Living Dead : a novel by G. L. Payne. Based on the film, “Night of the Living Dead” , screenplay by George A. Romero and John Russo . In Public Domain Excerpt part one: https://vocal.media/horror/night-of-the-living-dead-u25rb60hgx
By Gary Payne2 years ago in Fiction
Bounty
Bounty by G. L. Payne Jupiter Moody was an eight-ball. Just what kind of eight-ball, Dalton Brindle wasn’t certain, but he was definitely an eight-ball. Jupiter was also a big guy. A really big guy. His girth was functionally spherical and he always wore these bizarre pullover sweaters decorated with horizontal lines of gold, brown, red and orange as though he was trying to embody in human form the living presence of his namesake, the King of Planets. Most folks chalked it up to some sort of benign eccentricity or the man attempting to brand himself with a public persona that had all the gauche panache of a late-night-cable infomercial host. Dalton, frankly, couldn’t have cared less. A bounty was a bounty and Jupiter, whose ranch included over 4000 acres of virgin timberland butting up against the Tahatchapuku National Forest, had the resources to offer a very fat bounty.
By Gary Payne3 years ago in Fiction
Jasmine in Winter
Jasmine in Winter by G. L. Payne He’d gone out onto the ice looking for the strange anomaly. Every year, he’d lived at Dallas House, it had appeared, a wispy cloud hanging over the water of the pond that stood on the property behind the main building. Every year on the same day, November 14th, it was there from dusk until dawn, amorphous, faintly glowing, just . . . floating there above the water.
By Gary Payne3 years ago in Fiction
8/7
8/7 by G. L. Payne
By Gary Payne3 years ago in Horror
Ezekiel's Wheels
Most folks are joking when they talk about their work as “just another day in the salt mines”. My crew and me, we really did work in the salt mines. The Tahatchakato Salt Mine in central Kansas, to put a pin in a map. That’s where we busted our asses every day, scratching the skeletal remains of some inland sea that dissolved 325 million years ago, digging out industrial quantities of sodium chloride measured by the metric ton to be used to clear roads and streets in winter and put seasoning on the dinner table. Like the Man said, “It’s a living”.
By Gary Payne3 years ago in Horror
