Guest Spot

     I have a guest spot over on Clarissa Johal's site where she allows me to promote Dead and Proud of It. Have a look!

A Love So Bold

A love so bold,

As to pierce the realm of life,

Is romance to make blood run cold,

Yet fill hearts with the tune of the lilting fife.

I lay resting in the soil,

Buried at the crossroads,

Despite my life of work and toil,

Left to rot in my cursed bode.

Ah, but what song is this?

Rousing me from slumber,

Forcing fingers to dig and mouth to hiss,

No longer so encumbered.

“Freedom!” I cry with jubilation,

Bony fist thrust to the sky,

As I clamber from my damnation,

Buried deep from when I died.

With naught but a burial shroud about me,

Still I feel the pull,

Of my love and her radiant beauty,

So I allow my senses to lull.

In mere hours I find myself before her manor,

Once-white sheet now in tatters,

Stained with jellied flesh and gore,

I am ready to present myself with impeccable manners.

Dead and Proud of It

     A work that has been long in the making, this is a project that's finally achieved flight. If you're interested in taking a peek, the Kindle version is up right now with the paperback to follow in a few days.
     The cover is by the same couple that do all my covers, and I really enjoy what they pulled up for me this time! If interested in the book the link is the image, but as of the day of this posting the book is only on Kindle.

London Horror Society: Top Five Most Anticipated Movies of 2016

     Got published over at The London Horror Society again, this time with a list of films that are coming out soon and should prove fun. Click here to read!

Site Updates

Going to do an overhaul on the site in the next few days where I make sure related stories are linked, old links to off-site stories still work, and that the links I provide are still up and running. I'm still working on "The Father of Flesh", the first of a five-novel series, as well as "Pride", the first of a three-novel series. Taking a break from them for the rest of June to prepare July's book, "Dead and Proud of It!"

My first step into the vampire's of my imaginary world, where they are known about by the general public. There are vampires, and then there are Fangs. Vampires are the tame and docile versions, not much stronger or durable than a human. They go to blood banks and eat raw beef and pork fresh from the animal.

Keeps them tame.

But Fangs are vampires that feed on humans (or other supernatural entities), tripling their strength and speed and making them nearly bulletproof. They consume humans whole, leaving only a scant few bones, their bodies crushing the meat down and incorporating it into their own body for use. Nothing goes to waste.

This makes Fangs most unwelcome in any civilized areas, and special squads of SWAT teams are designated to taking down Fangs when one pops up on the radar.

Keep in mind this the same world as POride, the Father of Flesh, and Ivan and the Hunt. I've made this alternate universe where human history occurred with the supernatural already accounted for. I think it makes for some good reading, and I certainly enjoy writing it!

London Horror Society

     I just had the pleasure of writing a piece for the London Horror Society, entitled "Splinter: A Lesson in Originality." It's free to read so feel free to stop by the website and see what I've written, and peruse the other movie reviews to see what other members of the horror community think.

Splinter, 2008

Three Little Piggies Part One

Alice screamed as the unknown assailant threw himself bodily against the front door, the hinges rattling from the great weight. Cackling from the other side, cold metal slashed against the oak door, a hollow grating noise echoing throughout the house.

Prison of the Soul Chapter Two

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Scott coughed, hacking up frigid slush that was both salt water and half-digested coffee mixed with bile. Crawling on the beach, sand sticking to his soaking wet clothes, he made his way out of the tide with a woozy head and a blank mind. Looking up, he saw that the beach was dryer the further it got from the ocean, and was littered with large pieces of wood. Shivering in the cold wind and light drizzle still falling over him, Scott fought up to his feet. His arms felt like they were full of lead, numb and heavy. His legs weren’t any better, leaving him to stumble forward towards the closest bit of timber, a tree that had been knocked out and somehow ended up on the beach.

Mei and the Monastery of the Crow Chapter Three

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The descent into the dungeon was slow going, as the cart had to be pushed onto an elevator, which shook unsteadily. Groaning beneath the weight of the cart, Blue-eyes walked over and stood by the crank used to lower the elevator.

Mei and the Monastery of the Crow, Chapter Two

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The kitchens were warm, lit by a central fire where several large caldrons hung over the dancing flames. Madam Wu, an aging Chinese woman who’d once been a proud warrior before suffering a crippling injury to her back, tended to the caldrons with a long handled spoon. Her sun-weathered face turned to regard Mei, eyes warm as she smiled.