HALLOWEEN HORROR: To Scotland!

I first met Kate online in an Internet forum for a book we both loved. She was witty and clearly creative, and while we struck up a friendship almost immediately, eventually I developed more feelings for her. But I’m the sort of dorky guy…

SHORT STORIES: The Good Wine

The girl was young, sixteen. So was the boy. The girl’s name was Eliza. Her hair was a wild mess of brown curls, and she liked bright colors and big earrings and chewing Doublemint gum. The boy was Jimmy. He was a nice boy with greasy blond…

Why I Love Black Jack Randall

If you knew me, which you probably don’t, but if you did, you’d know I almost always love the villains best. My favorite Supernatural character? Rowena. Everyone was buzzing about Affleck as Batman in the new movie, and I was jumping up and…

SHORT STORIES: ‘Creeping Moss’

That day the cough started was the same day the first black spots appeared. Celeste didn’t draw any connection between the two events because the spots weren’t noticeable at first; two were the size of pencil dots, near the interior of the…

Confessions of a Book Addict

I’m not entirely certain how I turned out this way. My childhood was typical, and I spent plenty of happy summer hours outdoors, catching frogs in the creek and trekking through the forest. But always, always, there was an emptiness inside…

I Am a Writer

I am a writer. Sometimes I type it out, but rarely do I say it. When I am out and about and meet someone new, the conversation invariably turns to careers. New Friend might state, “I’m a phlebotomist. What do you do, Valarie?” And I say…