“Something’s Wrong With Mom” published in Lockdown Horror #8

My horror story Something’s Wrong With Mom has been published in Lockdown Horror #8 by Black Hare Press. 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.

I actually submitted this story way back in May 2020—it’s one of my very first acceptances. The Lockdown Horror series was put on hold for a long time, but it finally found it’s way to print. I’m glad it did … the cover art is awesome.

Content warning: suicide (implied)

“Blame” published in the Shadowed Realms anthology

My techno-horror story Blame has been published in the Shadowed Realms anthology by Horror Tree, featuring the best publications in indie horror in 2022.

Blame is about an audio engineer at a software company investigating strange sounds heard during customer voice chats. It’s a “found footage” story told through emails, Slack conversations, Reddit threads, phone transcripts, and more unusual artifacts like git commits, JIRA tickets, door entry logs … even a Walmart receipt.

Content warning: misogyny, sexual assault (mentioned), suicide (mentioned)

“Many Deaths Before Dying” published in the Horror Over the Handlebars anthology

My nostalgia-tinged horror story Many Deaths Before Dying has been published in Horror Over the Handlebars, an anthology of horror stories set in Connecticut in the 1980s and 90s. When a giant, silvery puddle appears in the field where they play, four boys encounter an inexplicable horror that will change them forever.

The empty lot next to Eddie’s house was the football field where Joe Montana threw the game-winning touchdown to Jerry Rice. It was the baseball diamond where Mark McGwire beat Jose Canseco in the most epic Wiffle ball home run derby in MLB history. It was where Rambo took down the Predator with a Nerf gun, and where RoboCop blew the Terminator’s head off with a Super Soaker. It was my favorite place to hang out with my three best friends.

And it was the last place I saw them alive.

“Dragonsbreath” published in the Streets of Fire and Shadow anthology

My urban fantasy story Dragonsbreath has been published in the Streets of Fire and Shadow anthology by Treeshaker Books. 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.

Content warning: mild gore

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.

“Influenced” published in the Femme Fatale Flashes anthology

My psychological horror story Influenced has been published in the Femme Fatale Flashes anthology by Wicked Shadow Press. It’s a story about blurring the lines between reality and fantasy, and what happens when your dreams finally come true. 

Content warning: stalking

The stranger passes his purchases over the Home Depot self-checkout scanner. Sweat glistens on his round face.

Trash bags. Duct tape. Hammer. Bleach. Scrub brush. Hacksaw. Plastic tarp.

He pays with cash.

“Me, a Hero” published in FABLE: An Anthology of Horror, Suspense & the Supernatural

My psychological horror story Me, a Hero has been published in FABLE: An Anthology of Horror, Suspense & the Supernatural by Aurelia Leo. It’s a story about a man who joins the search for a missing girl in hopes of making an appearance on the local evening news.

The story is also available as an audio production by Chilling Tales for Dark Nights.

Content warning: stalking (implied)

Since the girl disappeared, some of her friends had turned her regular table in the corner of the coffee shop into a makeshift shrine, with a large 8×10 photo, plus a few flowers, candles, and even a teddy bear. A hand-made sign reading “Have you seen me?” was affixed to the wall above the table.

“Yes,” I thought as I paid for my coffee this morning. “Plenty of times.”