My short psychological horror story A Perfect Fit has been accepted by Shooter Literary Magazine. It’s the story of a middle-aged woman who will do anything to maintain her youthful appearance.

I was raised in a polite society, after all, that upper crust of Manhattan glitterati that values appearances above all else. The more you hate someone, the harder you smile. My mother taught me that, the flesh on her facelifted cheeks drawn up into a joker’s grin, her white veneers gleaming between her over-lined lips.

My short horror story Things Are Looking Up has been accepted by 7th Circle Pyrite, a new literary journal celebrating worlds beyond. After a man and his wife are in a fatal car accident, the man decides he will do anything to see his wife one more time.

She’s so close, I can practically touch her. The only thing between us is a few feet of freshly-turned earth.

All I have to do is dig.

My dark sci-fi drabble As an A.I. Language Model has been accepted into the Programmed Hearts anthology by Shacklebound Books. As an A.I. language model, I am unable to easily summarize this story without spoiling it.

Two of my horror drabbles has been accepted into the Drabbledark III anthology by Shacklebound Books.

• Hindsight is 20/20.
• Be careful when a stranger asks you to Watch My Bag

My historical horror story Everything As It Was has been accepted by Litbop. Set in the dust-plagued landscape of 1930s Oklahoma, it’s a story about lost hope, lost faith, and lost children come home.

“I prayed that you’d come home, and the crops would come back, and everything would go back to how it used to be. And now, glory be, here you are.”

My modern dark fantasy story Dragonsbreath has been accepted into the Winter 2024 Dragon Gems anthology by Water Dragon Publishing.

It’s the story of a teen forced to wear a fireproof mask to protect himself and others from a power he can’t control.

This story is an odd one for me: a little bit fantasy, a little bit horror, and a little bit (gasp!) romance. 

The woman’s head lurched forward as her SUV slowed to a jarring stop, its bumper only inches from the police car parked sideways across her lane. Half a dozen emergency vehicles crowded the street ahead of her. There were police cars. Fire trucks. An ambulance.

The woman watched with mounting horror as a pair of paramedics lifted a gurney out of the ambulance and began wheeling it up the driveway of a nearby house.

Her house.

My short horror story Something’s Wrong With Mom has been accepted by Literally Stories for publication in November.

It’s the story of two brothers who wake up in the middle of the night to discover that their mother is on the ceiling. Again.