A flash fiction written in a couple of minutes, inspired by the discomfort of dermatophagia.
Last night, I enjoyed a short story by one of my favorite authors: “The Last Question”, by Isaac Asimov. I’ve long admired his work, but when someone told me that he’d written a brilliant short story that deals with the same topic as a story I’m currently working on, I had to check it out.
I started hearing their music pretty soon after the accident, and every night it became sweeter and more damning.
If you’ve been hanging out with me, you know that I just can’t seem to get Alabama out of my system. Remember when I threatened to turn my childhood into a horror story about demon? Well, it’s arrived. At least partially. As a working title, I call it ‘Appalachia’. Put simply, it details an outbreak […]
I helped make a magazine. It’s one of those small, local magazines that you see sitting in piles at a cafe or placed on lending library shelves. We’ve got a team numbering in the single digits. I’m here to sell it to you, but I don’t really feel like playing the salesman. Here’s the deal: […]
I grew out of my belief in the supernatural, but I never stopped loving the stories. Even now, I’m quick to snap up any book about spooky southern folklore.
Have you ever gone onto Twitter, Reddit, or some other broad writer space on the internet and seen all the joking about procrastinating instead of writing?