My short story “Stuffing for a Sacrifice” is up at Pulp Modern Flash. I’m stoked they liked this story, which features my character Sam the Thug and a nerdy devil worshipper. There’s also a cute black kitten. 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!
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”
We all love stick figures – to the point our hearts will explode in our chests and kill us. So I doodled a few to illustrate each chapter in my upcoming collection of rants, In Curmudgeon (taken from my blog posts over the years), and wanted to share them here. The Saint offered up the bestContinue reading “Chapter Doodles”
I’m celebrating the release of “Mantula: Have some discord” today! This weird little book started as a handful of blog posts and quickly turned into a full-blown multimedia project. I was having too much fun to stop writing the story of Doug and his curse. When I finally did come to the end, I decidedContinue reading “Mantula: Have some discord – book release”
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”