Waiting for the Bucket to Drop

One of the first adult horror novels I remember reading was Carrie by Stephen King. My dad had a copy (which I still have), and we watched the movie together too, though I don’t recall if I read or watched it first. I was probably around 11 or 12 at the time, which some people... Continue Reading →

My Nemesis

Appropriate for January, nightmare foe Freddy Krueger has been hanging over me all month long on my wall calendar, but he hasn’t been my true nemesis. That title belongs to a short story I’ve been working on. Short stories, they should be easy, right? Small cast of characters, a central setting, typically told through a... Continue Reading →

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