short story

  • Sam shops for his daughter’s Halloween costume, but ends up dodging bullets in my latest Sam the Thug short story. Read it here for free at Guilty Crime Story Flash!

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  • Sam the Thug returns in “Write on me, Sam,” at Shotgun Honey. Hired to write in longhand on the body of a beautiful woman, Sam thinks he’s in for a bit of a good time, but he’d be wrong. Thanks to the awesome folks at SGH for accepting this, one of my favorite, Sam tales.

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  • 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!

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  • For a horror anthology, starting with a sense of affection may seem a bit off genre, but when you crack open the book and read the forward, the introduction, and the summation, the passion for the project shines. We’ve all read the following words before, but this book is indeed a labor of love. With

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  • 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!

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  • 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 were

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  • 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 near

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  • The creature made a move. It wasn’t much of a move, but it totally counted. It’s pale, fleshy head with almond shaped eyes (if almonds were the size of watermelons) nodded in my direction. But hell if that scared me. I’m an American. So keeping my iPhone as steady as possible in my right hand,

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