Click here to read my latest Sam the Thug short story at Shotgun Honey and see if you can guess who (or what) is behind the door. And special thank you to Shotgun Honey’s amazing staff! I love being a part of the Shotgun Honey family.
Cosplayers Shouldn’t Kill is my latest short story for the fantastic Shotgun Honey crime fiction website. Inspired by cosplayers like Ya Ya Han and other creative souls, this short tale follows a thug for hire named Sam when he pays a visit to the infamous San Francisco Comic Con. Read the story here.
My 101-word short story, The Sticky Drunk, was a runner up in the Monterey Weekly’s recent short fiction contest. And they used a sentence from another entry in another section, which I found pretty cool. Read all the stories here!
There’s no better way to celebrate Halloween than trying to dispose of a body in Monterey Bay. Take a look at my recent short story on Shotgun Honey, “It Otter Be Illegal.” Read it here!
The carriage moved quickly through the cobbled streets, but slowed to a creaking crawl when it entered Phoenix. Bridges swooped over the apex of the double-decker carriage once in the city limits, coming close to breaking the stove top pipe belching steam at its highest point. Those crossing the bridge when the large vehicle passed below recounted theContinue reading “A Steampunk Pardon”
Looking for a little adult fun in the beatnik superhero genre? “Stare and Get Off” is focused on just that, with a sprinkle of nihilism thrown in for good measure. Check out the story over on Spec Fics. It’s a little NSFW… Read it here!
“The cutest thing we’ve seen all day!” Social media said. “But wait a minute,” Uploader said. “How can we top baby sea otters?” Social media screamed in orgasmic bliss. “Oh my God, they’re so darn cute! Sharing, liking, trending!” “Got it. How about baby sea otters with fluffy white kittens? Put them in a plasticContinue reading “SHORT FICTION – Finding the Squee Spot”
His finger hovered over the download button. Sweat trickled down his forehead, just a single line, but enough to make someone notice. Morris didn’t press the button. He turned his attention back to the sea of tents placed four feet apart from one another. Two people per tent, he was told. Only the tents wereContinue reading “SHORT FICTION: Gotta Distract ‘Em All”
Charlie skulked from building to building. He had to avoid the middle of the street and stay as close to the buildings as he could and off the main sidewalks. Gunfire rang out a block away. Charlie flinched at the pops. Citizens protecting themselves. Taxpayers at work, he thought. He could see a huddled mass nearContinue reading “Short Fiction: November 8th Soon”
The line at this particular bathroom killed her. She hated lines like she hated obscurity. But she had to go. Bad. Justine was a pretty little thing. She’d just cut her long blonde hair off a week ago, going for a tomboy style she found charming. The men in her life weren’t so sure aboutContinue reading “Because pee”