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Morbid Curiosity: Stalking Killers’ Facebook profiles
Sometimes after I read a story about a murder case, I check Facebook to see if the killer has a profile, and then I peruse it. I’m not the only one, of course, so in order to save you the hassle of looking up this woman’s profile, or in case it gets removed, I’ll just post highlights here: Notice that she’s gone out of her … Continue reading Morbid Curiosity: Stalking Killers’ Facebook profiles
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The Act of Laughing Evan Barnes and his wife Audrey have just moved into their dream home, located in the exclusive gated community of Blackwell Estates. As they begin to delve deeper into the lives of their strange and somewhat eccentric neighbors, however, dark secrets are uncovered that will quickly transform their dream into an unimaginable nightmare. Grave Concerns Vampire astronauts. A court-imposed speech regulation … Continue reading TWO FREE BOOKS, TODAY ONLY
Back from the dead
My 2010 horror/thriller “The Act of Laughing” will soon be available once again, freshly edited and leaner and meaner than ever. Meanwhile, here’s chapter one to whet your appetite: Tunisia, 1974 “Doctor Raines?” Donald Raines, sitting cross-legged on a well-worn leather chair overlooking the runway of Tunis-Carthage International Airport looked up at the sound of his name. He tossed a week-old copy of The New … Continue reading Back from the dead
My First Murder
I know only of survival. I don’t know who I am; I don’t know what I am, or why I exist, save for the fulfillment of a set of instincts and impulses that I do not consciously control. Eat. Grow. Be. The vessel in which I am encased hungers, insatiably. For what, I do not know. But the craving is unbearable. The universe is small; … Continue reading My First Murder
Desensitized
I often wonder, when someone speaks very casually about a deer they shot and gutted, or some farm animal they castrated, or anything of that nature, How can they do that? When I was a kid, I had a pet mouse named Charlie who escaped and started fucking shit up all over the house. My parents were like “screw this” and set traps, which I … Continue reading Desensitized
