Stephen A. Roddewig
Bio
I am an award-winning author from Arlington, Virginia. Started with short stories, moved to novels.
...and on that note: A Bloody Business is now live! More details.
Proud member of the Horror Writers Association π¦ββ¬
Stories (95/0)
The Airlift
The drab gray cabin vibrated and thrummed, jarring Martin from his murky sleep. βHang on back there,β the pilot, Adam, called from the cockpit in a Midwestern accent so thick Martin could imagine a hay stalk bobbing between his lips. βTheyβre getting a bit feisty on us.β
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge
In Him, We Know FreedomRunner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge
Now available in print in It's All in my Mind, a collection of stories about psychological horror. *** The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was a boy with smooth skin and cheeks creased from smiles. A certain sheen glinted in his eyes, the kind that only came when the sights presented to them were joyous and the sorrows few and fleeting.
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Horror
Stonewalling
Case #0135, Interview #1 Transcription performed by Officer Josie Welsh, Homicide. *Begin recording* Voice 1: *spoken with the pretentiousness he graces his coworkers with each and every day* Detective Rory Reardon, Chicago PD Homicide Division, interviewing witness. Please state your name for the record.
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in the Improbable Paradise Challenge
The Rising SunRunner-Up in the Improbable Paradise Challenge
Beneath, soft white sand. Behind, birds and monkeys chattered, already awake in the pale gray of false dawn. In front, waves broke upon the coral reefs. To the left, a bottle of Kill Devil Hills rum rested against his thigh, its cork long lost and its contents mostly absent. To the right, a cigarette burned lazily between his fingers.
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Fiction
Looking from the Depths
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been a favorite place for all these months. Or was it years? Time had less meaning when the seasons stuttered to a halt and the routines fell by the wayside.
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Horror
Mittsie and the Candelabra
This is one of my earliest memories. I was in the living room of our home, the one my parents bought right before I was born and has been in the family for the past 27 years. My mom was on the couch watching some TV program. I donβt recall which show it was.
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Petlife