Stayed Behind, Part Four

Previously

“Blasphemy!” Zachary growled, clenching his fist while grinding his teeth. I merely smirk back at him as Babbling clears her throat.

Anthology Time!

     My first anthology! I'm so proud...
     Check it out here!

Requests

     I had my first request as of late, to continue an older tale that I'd allowed to fall to the wayside. This made me wonder if other tales were desired by those reading my twisted stories.
     So if you have a request, just leave a comment on one of the stories below, and I'll be sure to update that tale with a new part or chapter as soon as I can.
     Sweet Dreams

Stanton Creed, Pt. Three

Sitting around the campfire brought back foggy memories of his days as a cattle rustler, though the atmosphere had changed significantly since his passing. Looking around at the gathered teens, he shook his head. Not a one, save of course for the cold corpse in the sand (which had been drug a bit of a distance from the small party for the sake of Sara’s ability to drink), had put up much of a fight.

The Cabin of Cauldron Lake, Chapter One, Part One

The crisp air of the high Colorado Mountains was dry and smooth, the sky a marvelous shade of midnight blue with a few errant strands of white, wispy clouds dotting it here and there. A lone figure, a young man barely out of his teens, sat atop a grassy hill with a loosely rolled cigarette hanging from his lips, gazing skyward at nothing in particular as he took in long, slow drags of smoke, before billowing it out through his crooked nose. With messy black hair pulled into a loose ponytail and a lean frame, he was hardly what one would call a lady killer.

But then again, that’s how he preferred it.

Demonic Visions 50 Tales of Horror

     Demonic Visions 50 Tales of Horror is a compilation of roughly fifty to seventy authors that will be published in roughly a week. What this mean for yours truly is that I will have another venue for which my darkness can flow.
     For the rest of these authors it means they will have a great place to display incredible talent.
     I will keep you all posted on when the eBook will be available, as well as the paperback edition.

Monster Hunter, Part One

Grunting as the carriage comes to an abrupt halt, I lean my head back against the polished mahogany frame, cracking an eyelid open to look through the tiny window at my side. I immediately regret it as my mind is stabbed by the brutal rays of the sun, causing me to wince and pull the curtains over the offensive luminescence; I cough, clearing my dry throat as my boots kick about three empty green bottles on the carriage floor. I grope the seat across from me, grabbing for my leather hat and shoving it onto my head just as the door is pulled open, allowing the accursed light to flood over me in my own personal hell.

An Encounter of the Ignorant Kind

     I sit here now dear readers, after traversing the wilds of the Urban landscape in search of inspiration for more terrible tales of terror with which I could tell. My shambling, as it would so happen this time, found me in a local book store of some repute.
     So as I sat there, coffee in one claw and a tome in the other, I was surprised to hear the raucous cackle of teenagers from the other side of a median separating our two tables. A gaggle of teenage girls had gathered, smart phones alight and frappachinos frosted, ready to study for upcoming exams.

Atheist's Nightmare, Part Five

“Well Hannah, you can just call me Jack. And no, I don’t want to kill you.” I say slowly, keeping an eye on the two, huddled behind their bed. I look over at my blade laid out just within my reach and I catch her eyes following mine.

“Really?” She asks a slight lilt of hope in her voice, rubbing her hands over the bared arms of her roommate.

Stayed Behind, Part Three

Previously

The rest of the night was spent cleaning and polishing the teeth I’d plucked from the Byakhee’s skull, before depositing the bloody head in a wooden bucket outside our door for the street cleaners to take come dawn. I collapsed into bed after a cold sponge bath, wiping away the grim and the stench of demon from me with lilac-scented water. Despite the chill of the cold on my naked form in the dead of night, I was quickly able to warm myself next to Christina beneath the fur of a great wolf.