My humorous slice-of-life story Something Borrowed has been accepted by Rising Action Review. It’s the story of a wedding disrupted by an unfortunate disagreement about the ownership of the limousine.

“Under no circumstances are you to discuss what happened here today with anyone but people in the immediate family,” my mother said. She used the collar of her gown to dab the blood oozing from her busted lip. “This stays between us, understand?” The assembled wedding party nodded solemnly. Aunt Gracie picked another shard of a shattered champagne flute from my mom’s scalp. My mom winced in pain. “Careful, Gracie!” she hissed. “Christ.”

My post-apocalyptic eco-horror story From Below has been accepted into the Apocalyptales: The End Is Nigh anthology by Wicked Shadow Press.

In the flooded remains of Old Manhattan, the wealthy stay dry and well-fed in their penthouses, while everyone else is left to fend for themselves against the unseen horrors lurking just below the surface.

The boy from the boat—the one who had spoken to him only minutes earlier—was at the window, pounding on the glass. His face was a mask of pure terror. Panicked, the boy looked over his shoulder, then down at Jeremy. He screamed, his lips forming two words that Jeremy easily understood, even through the thick, soundproof glass.

“Help me!”

My short story Firefly has been accepted by The ManifestStation. It’s a simple story about a young girl who captures a firefly in the back yard to help cheer up her ailing sister. 

Missy caught the firefly in mid-air, cupping her hands around it to form a tiny, dark cave. She could feel the insect’s delicate footsteps tickling her skin as it wandered across her palm, searching for a way out.

“Got you!” she whispered, victorious.

Two of my horror drabbles, The Fog of War and Everything You Know About Witches, have been accepted by Tiny Frights.

• The Fog of War is about the horrors of trench warfare during World War I.
• Everything You Know About Witches is about a woman about to be burned at the stake, and the (mostly) mistaken assumptions that sent her there.

My eco-horror story From Below has been accepted by MetaStellar.

In the flooded remains of Old Manhattan, the wealthy stay dry and well-fed in their penthouses, while everyone else is left to fend for themselves against the unseen horrors lurking just below the surface.

The boy from the boat—the one who had spoken to him only minutes earlier—was at the window, pounding on the glass. His face was a mask of pure terror. Panicked, the boy looked over his shoulder, then down at Jeremy. He screamed, his lips forming two words that Jeremy easily understood, even through the thick, soundproof glass.

“Help me!”

My weird fiction story The Salt Circle has been accepted into the Tales of the Strange anthology by The Writer’s Workout.

Imagine a werewolf story where, instead of the main character turning into a wolf when the moon is full, he turns into a slug when he has an early morning meeting.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Linda said, wiping at her nose with a soggy, crumpled tissue. “I’m worried about you.”

I extended my eye stalks toward her, giving her what I hoped was a look of indignation. I couldn’t believe she was trying to spin it like it was my fault. “If you didn’t want me to get hurt, maybe you shouldn’t have been so quick to deploy the chemical weapons.”

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