NOW AVAILABLE from Perpetual Motion Machine Publishing: LOST SIGNALS, a horror anthology focusing on “radio waves, numbers stations, rogue transmissions, and other unimaginable sounds you only wish were fiction.”
It features my story, “Feedback Loop”, about an electromagnetic virus transmitted via radio waves between the past and future, as well as contributions by a host of other amazing authors. Check out the full ToC at This Is Horror.
(Art by Luke Spooner. Cover by Matthew Revert.)
I continue to try and alienate powerful authors over at LitReactor.
My story “Black Work” has resurfaced, this time in print, in the anthology Crack the Spine XIII.
You can read it online at the Crack the Spine website.
You can also read their interview with me HERE.
I wrote a funny over at LitReactor. Please, Danielle Steel, don’t have me killed. I know you are a powerful woman.
My story, “Beyond the Wall of Sleep in Red Hook, Brooklyn”, is alive over at Visiak’s Mirror, the online journal of Dunham’s Manor Press.
This was my first attempt at a modern take on Lovecraft, before I took leave of my senses and wrote “Kanye West: Reanimator.”
Mary presses her hand to my cheek, her eyes welling with concern. After that my senses fade and everything goes black...
My new horror story, “The Heart is a Monster”, is now live on Cracked Eye. It’s about fear of the unknown and finding the strength to leave a toxic relationship. It’s accompanied by some great art by Mike O’Brien. Check it out!
Emma paced the apartment, cell phone pressed against her ear. Megin played the digital angel on Emma’s shoulder, countering her friend’s devil’s advocacy.
“You’re better off,” Megin said. “He’s a total jerk.”
“I don’t know…” Emma dragged out the long O sound. “I might have of overreacted.”
“Overreacted? He threw a Rhododendron at you.”
“He wasn’t trying to hurt me.”
“It was potted!”
“Typhon: A Monster Anthology” is out now from the fine folks at Pantheon Magazine, and contains my story “King Rat,” which is about an ether-sniffing janitor/surgeon and his murine manifesto.
Sometimes they regained consciousness before he finished sewing them back up. This proved problematic for a number of reasons…