This is a bite-sized story that fits neatly into the concept of a “fractured fairy tale”. It stars a nameless heroine easily identifiable as Little Red Riding Hood, and it follows her as she navigates a terrifying forest filled with everything you don’t want to find in the woods.
Once I was comfortable, I flew every night. It had always been my greatest dream.
The first time, there had been no stars.
I sometimes say that I grew up in the middle of nowhere, but that’s not quite true. If I really think it over, it’s more accurate to say that my little town perched on the edge of nowhere.
Joey missed her. He really did, though nobody seemed to think so. He didn’t really blame them. He didn’t emote like people expected. He didn’t cry at her funeral, or take time off of work or school. How could a teenager take the loss of his mother so well, they would ask. Did he not […]
She couldn’t remember a time before the swamp.
The terrible sound rushed upon us, gnawing at our backs as we ran over the plump spring grass.
A flash fiction written in a couple of minutes, inspired by the discomfort of dermatophagia.
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 […]