Writer, reader, game crafter, screen writer, comedian, playwright, aging hipster, and writer of fine horror.
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Washington State is a spot known for its snowy vistas and picturesque scenery this time of year, and my husky Max and I love it. The snow was part of the reason I moved here after doing my eight years in the military, not wanting to see sand or feel the heat for the rest of my natural life. I thought strongly about Alaska, but I wasn't in love with the price of supplies or the cost of living.
The Chair at the End of the Bed
Mark and I grew up together, meeting in nursery school when we were about two. We played with the same toys, learned the same games, read the same books and as we started school, we were both delighted to find that we were in the same classes.
Ducks on the Water
My friends and I like to take what we call "adventure weekends" about three times a year. We met in college while we were brothers in Pie Beta Capa. There's Jarred, Max, and Rodge, and me, of course. PBC is a forever kind of brotherhood, but we took it a little more seriously than most. We all live in different parts of the United States, but three times a year we come together for these three to five-day trips that are just epic!
The Metal Man of Courtney Nevada
I'm a cop in Nevada for a tiny town of less than a thousand. Courtney Nevada doesn't have an actual police force, the mayor is usually whoever is the soberest at election time, and it's made up of retirees and people trying not to be noticed. It lies between Austin and Eureka, and the whole town is managed by a single officer, me. I live in Eureka, but three months out of the year I stay in the dingy little Palmer Inn and operate the emergency phone system. It's routed to my cell phone and when I'm not out on a call I can be found in my room watching TV, the Palmer actually gets really satellite TV.
Stingy Jack Doubtless, our stories were what drew him in. This was the first real Halloween after our town lifted the Covid restrictions, and most of us were taking advantage of it. My friends and I were probably a little too old to Trick or Treat, but it didn't really matter to us. We made some last-minute costumes and went out to join the kids, though I don't think any of them were fooled. We were thirteen, nearly ready for high school, but they filled our pillowcases nonetheless. Rich was some kind of cowboy, Hank a car crash victim with some red paint and a little makeup, and I had threw on a long cloak from my older sister's costume trunk and some fake vampire teeth to make me look particularly ghoulish and the three of us had hit the street.
"They pulled him from the lake, and they say his skin was as blue as the ice on the lake. They checked his pulse and found him stone-cold dead. They loaded him into a wagon and took him into town, the body bouncing like a stone as they rode. Whenever it was that the bumping stopped, none of them knew, but when they arrived in town, they found the back of the wagon empty."
Haunted House Series- Where Theres Smoke
"If you're gonna do that, then take it outside." Rita was about two and a half sheets to the wind, but the sound of Dominic's less-than-doser tones brought her back down to a half sheet. She had the cigarette in her mouth, the flame inches from sparking the tip, and she was left in tableau as the other patrons of the Lucky Stool stood and looked at her.
Haunted House Series- Comfort Food
"Do you have to go out tonight?" she asked, sounding plaintive as he came out of the bathroom. George looked a little silly in his running clothes, the combination still making him look a little like a beach ball even months after he'd started running in the evening. He had been checking his weight on the bathroom scale and the news was dire, as it always seemed to be. The dial had spun around and for a moment he had been hopeful that it might show improvement. He had been running for nine and a half months, despite his mother's protests, and every time he stepped onto the scale he prayed it would show him some improvement.
Just beyond the veil
Emily sighed as she stood in the doorway of her childhood home. She hadn't wanted to move home like this, but it seemed silly to leave the house empty after her father's death. When she opened the door, the familiar smells of her childhood had assaulted her, bringing a tear to her eye as she remembered all the good times she'd had here. Christmas mornings, birthdays, nights spent on the couch as she and her dad watched whatever was on tv. The old place meant a lot to her, and she had hoped that something like this wouldn't happen for a good long time.