It was a rainy Friday evening in Waxahachie, Texas . . .

Small white country church with steeple

The pastor peered out the window through the heavy downpour.

“Where’s Wendell?” he asked.

“He’s in the bathroom,” Billy replied. “He had the chili.” He went back to digging in his ear, his finger making a squicking sound that could be heard over the rain.


Topic: “Heavy”



#Free Read #Friday – The Gods Must Be Caffeinated



What happens when the gods get together over coffee? Hilarity, that’s what. It’s not easy walking among mortals, but it’s even rougher having to spend an eternity with people you just can’t stand. Here’s a bit:

“Captain America,” snorted Heloha. “Like he was here first.”

“Now who’s getting pissy?” Ares asked.

“I’m just saying, I’d like a word with Stan Lee, making a white guy Captain America.”

“You should be grateful,” observed Apollo. “You could have been born like Baldur.”

“I heard that!” said a sing-song voice from a cozy chair near the window. He closed his magazine, staring pointedly at those around the table. “And what, pray tell, is wrong with being ‘born this way’?”

“I wouldn’t consider being known as “Baldur the Beautiful” to be a point of strength.” Ares smirked as he stuffed the entire muffin into his mouth.

“Well, that’s the classic interpretation. I’m more like Baldur the Fabulous now! And it’s working for me and I get what I want and you can just kiss my amazing, glowing ass.” He opened his magazine back up with a snap, dismissing them all thoroughly.


He Was Dying . . .

Woman sleeping on a medical bed

He felt the life draining from him, sucked away like dust in a windstorm, feeding into the mouth of the creature, leaving him shriveled and contorted. His features were now a twisted mask of terror and agony with no resemblance to the man he used to be. His final breath left him in a rush, captured only by the gaping maw of the evil that held him.


Topic: “Fear”

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#FreeRead Friday: What Happens When You Confront Death In A Shopping Mall?


In my short story, Cashing In, we see a very determined young woman confronting death – but not in your usual sort of way…

She found him playing pinball in the shabby arcade inside what used to be a bustling mall. It was half-closed down now, stores boarded up and bankrupt, and rumor had it the Mall was on its last legs.
It figures, she thought.
There was still something of a food court – a McDonald’s and two sandwich places next to a few chipped tables and graffiti-spattered chairs. She could see people talking over milkshakes and Happy Meals from her vantage point near the change machine. Oblivious. The world was oblivious.
She, however, was not. Continue reading

Announcing A New Free Short Story: Atrophy! #FreeReads

When an ancient creature steals your last breath, the consequences can be…severe.

By request! Here’s the short story that got my brain whirling on the path that eventually created Windsinger.

This was originally a contest entry, and one of my first forays into the horror genre. It’s not a terribly long read, but I think you’ll like where it goes.

So sit back in your creaky house and try not to feel that cold chill on your neck as you read Atrophy.

New FREE Read! Check Out My Short Story, “Nimbus” #amwriting


Nimbus is a story I wrote a few years back, when I was competing in season seven of Live Journal Idol on It’s a little (okay, a lot) dear to me.

So take a moment, and look through the eyes of a child who is more than he appears to be, and discover that there are indeed superheroes among us.

You can download it (or read it online) FREE at