My most recent short story, a nostalgic sad little piece about a lonesome man in a dark city, has just been accepted for publishing by Baby Lawn Literature. Look for it soon.
From all corners of the US and from many walks of life, they have congregated not a week ago and sworn themselves to their dark purpose. Now they have been unleashed on the world, and even I quiver at the thought of what they are planning.
Their creation is documented here. Read it and be warned!
This somber August evening, I completed the angriest, coldest piece I have written in a very long time. The only rivals it has are Alex’s Sadness, which you can buy Amazon, and other weird manifestations of rage and solitude that will not be named here.
Editing will begin soon, but after that, beware the approach of THE DEAD ONES. They’re coming!