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Free puppies inside

August 27th, 2016 Comments off


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Henry wasn’t like the other kids. When other children were given gifts they would thank the person and happily play with whatever toy or gizmo they had received.
Henry would thank the gift giver by unboxing the item and then destroying it as quickly and violently as possible before their disbelieving eyes.
Henry had a kitten once. Mom believed that it ran away. She never questioned the red stains on his sleeves.
When he was six, Henry gave his little brother candy. Freddy vomited for days and spent a week in the hospital thanks to the cleaning chemicals Henry used to enhance the gooey centers.
When Henry saw the van in the back lot of the shopping center he knew that it was the sort of vehicle parents warned children about. The childish writing was designed to make kids feel safe but Henry had listened to Mom and Dad when they whispered about perverts and kidnappers.
He approached the rear doors of the van and knocked.
The fat, dough colored, man was coated with a sheen of sweat and a wide grin revealed  three missing teeth.
“Come on in sonny, I have such wonderful treats for you.”
Henry grinned in return and gripped the handle of his father’s hunting knife tighter. He had never killed an adult before, this would be fun.





Deep One Rising

August 19th, 2016 Comments off


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The surf pounded in the distance as Jenna and Bill crested the hill. A low mist obscured the boundary between sky and Earth. The day was chilly but that  would ensure they were alone for a romantic walk on the beach.
A shape, indistinct in the mist and spray, surfaced and began to move onto the rocky shore.

Surely a surfer or swimmer; but who would be out on such a cold autumn morning in surf so cold and with visibility near zero?
The form moved ashore and a swirl of mist revealed its misshapen limbs. Hands like paddles and legs shaped like those of a hoofed beast. The creature’s head was spongy with yellow-white nodules that roved across its entire surface. The nodules appeared like soft pustules. They roamed as if attempting to spread their corruption across the mass of the head.

Jenna gasped. The nodules stopped their roving and shifted to the front of the beast to face the gape mouthed humans. Bill shuddered, the milky, egg shaped nodules were the thing’s eyes.

A slit formed in the thing’s head beneath the clustered eyes. The gash opened to reveal a slime filled maw from which a trumpeting note emerged.

A thousand other spongy heads surfaced in the ocean and Jenna began to scream.


Geriatric Highlander

August 15th, 2016 Comments off

OK. Have you ever had warped thoughts like this where you are brainstorming and suddenly the conversation takes a strange direction and somehow it’s awesome but really sick?

Yeah, happens to me all the time.

Tossing around ideas one afternoon and somehow got around to the concept of the movie/series Highlander. I loved the first movie and enjoyed the TV series. The concept of immortals battling through the ages just hooks you.

Then everything went horribly wrong.

Somehow I have the idea germinate to have the immortals not become immortal until they’re actually aged. Or maybe becoming immortal turns you into a senior citizen. (I think I fear seniors as evidenced by my short story Gray Walkers)

Anyway, imagine a senior citizen immortal moving from nursing home to nursing home. They battle to the death per Highlander but imagine all this action with canes, walkers, etc.

Now as if this wasn’t bad enough our point of view immortal who’s kicking butt and taking names stumbles across the only child immortal he’s ever encountered (remember all immortals are seniors). Then poof., we have the immortal version of Bad Grandpa and it just keeps getting worse.


See, these are the warped thoughts that process through the mind of a writer. Fathers, keep your daughters away from writers, we’re warped.

Talk at you all later.



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