The Nightmare Plague: Unlikely Bedfellows

Gamila walked through the press of bodies without being seen. Her presence was felt, though, just enough that no one made contact. There was a little awareness telling them that she was occupying space and she was avoided. The anonymity was a blessing while simultaneously increasing her loneliness. She could not recall the last time... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: Rell’s Charge

Rell felt detached from his surroundings, almost as though he was seeing the world through someone else’s eyes. Streams of blood flowed down the narrow pass, cascading over the bodies of his fallen brothers and sisters. His own blood oozed from the gaps in the armor he was encased in. It spurted from his gauntlets... Continue Reading →

Quiet Dreams: Fork in the Road

When I began writing The Nightmare Plague, it was going to be a series of short stories or even novellas. Later I began to imagine a series of longer works, with Barnabus, Marley, and Bilal being the central characters of their respective books. There was also a thought I would have made progress towards this... Continue Reading →

Red Maple: Drums of War

Few people were bothered with work.  With only days left before the festival, Red Maple was enjoying the cool weather.  The final preparations would begin soon, but the chance to relax after the harvest was too enticing.  Impromptu tables and booths were cobbled together in haste, leaving proper construction for later.  Food and treats that... Continue Reading →

Atomic City: Bastard Bend (Part One)

“Look, son, we need to know what happened that night.  Help us understand why people died out there.  You walked away with those scars, but they were taken from their families.  We don’t suspect you of anything, but you are holding back.” The young man was obviously listening, but remained quiet and deep in thought. ... Continue Reading →

Short Fiction: A New Life, A New Journey

She was young and thin, almost to the point of emaciation.  The welts had mostly subsided, but there was no position she could find that didn’t cause them to ache.  The principal had called again.  With six missed days in two weeks, she must have suspected something.  They never let her leave the house until... Continue Reading →

The Nightmare Plague: Confrontation

Barnabus had grown weary of listening to his “passengers” incessant chatter.  He had only intended to leave with Pug, but encountered so many pleading voices along the way that he could not leave them to be destroyed.  Many of them had been turned to things of fear by people’s beliefs and not began their existence... Continue Reading →

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