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Friday, December 19, 2014


It has been a while since I've done a flash fiction piece for the blog... So here goes. Keep ahead of the pain, folks. Don't let it control you.

It’s a toothache. Or perhaps the pain is coming from somewhere in my jaw, beneath or between the teeth. Either way it throbs and makes me see shades of orange and red. That whole side of my face feels like it is slowly being inflated, bone pushing against meat pushing against the outer skin, pulling taut until it might snap open and spill onto the floor.

“Daddy, can I have some candy?”

I hear her, but ignore it. I have to because I know if I answer, it will be a snap response, it will be harsh, it will bring tears. I need my medicine before I can speak to her rationally.

“Daddy, can I call my friends? Can Leah spend the night? It’s Friday. You remember on Tuesday when you said we’d talk about it on Friday?”

Throbbing. Aching. Where is the damned ibuprofen? It’s always in this cabinet. Second shelf, white bottle, store brand. Four extra strength pills kill my lower back pain every time. It’ll work on my jaw, won’t it?

“Daddy? Remember? You said on Friday we’d talk about the sleepover.”

Shhh. Quiet child. Dear, sweet Christ, be quiet until I find these damn pills and give me twenty minutes so they can start working their magic. No damned ibuprofen. Is there anything else? Nyquil? Maybe even Pepto…that has aspirin in it right? Read the ingredients…


Who the fuck can read lettering this small? I swear, putting microscopic text on a bottle of shit intended to cure headaches is a cruel joke by sadistic bastards. Throbbing. Worse. My temple aches now and my teeth from just under my nose all the way back to my right ear.


“Shut up, will you! Just shut up!”

Silence. It is golden. It is welcome…and there’s my medicine. The cap comes off with some effort and I shake four pills into my hand, then toss them into my mouth and swallow them dry. I hurry to the couch and lie down. My eyes are closed. They have to be. Light is too much. Any movement of my lower jaw makes lightning shoot through my face. I can feel my teeth grinding, the pressure provides some relief. The sound it makes in my head is disturbing. Grinding, creaking like the loose rails on an old wooden rocker.

Perfectly still. I stay still. I breathe, focusing on the sound of my respiration. Steady, synchopated with the heartbeat I can feel in my head. Easing pain. The throbbing slows, calms, and I fall asleep.

While I doze, I am dreaming of our house. I am here alone and my children are coming in from school. One boy, one girl. My wife has another hour at work. She always comes home at 5:15 pm. I am on the couch. Then I am floating. I move from room to room in silence like a ghost.

My son is in his room. He is on his bed with his eyes open, but his head is turned the wrong way. His neck is purple and twisted like a thick braided rope. Our room, the master, is a mess. The bed linens are in piles on the floor, some dragged into the bathroom. The mattress is off the bed, leaning—sagged—against the base. One end table is turned over and the television is broken, sparking. Then the kitchen. I am in the kitchen, looking at my daughter. Her head is bleeding where I threw her against the stove and its surrounding cabinets. She is pale and cold. I can feel that in the dream. My store-brand backache pills litter the counter, next to the overturned bottle. Some are on the floor.

No sleepover tonight, kiddo. Talk to me again on Saturday. Maybe I’ll feel better. Or maybe today was the last chance. I think it was the last chance.  I hear the garage door opening. 5:15 pm, right on time, honey.

I can’t possibly explain to her what I’ve done. I will try, but it will have to wait. The throbbing in my jaw has started again…and I have to find my medicine before I can talk to her rationally. I don’t want to snap at her.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Look who's reading my books!

Here are just a few unpaid (and possibly faked) endorsements for my work. Pass it on...I would love to add more pics to this list.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Standing Up For Horror!

Okay, I'm not going to present any revelations here. Or maybe for some folks, I am. I hear this day in and day out from much so that I've stopped bringing the topic up. I admit, I've actually baited some forums and Facebook page discussions asking the question: Where has all the horror gone?

Sunday, November 2, 2014

The Babadook....Dear, sweet Krampus this flick was creepy.

First a lesson in pronunciation. Little Samuel says it best. Think Yabba-dabba. Or like a sheep. Baaa Baaa dook (like book).

Thanks to the magic of video-on-demand, we in the US don't have to wait until November 28th to watch the magic that is The Babadook. Magic may not be the word. It's genius.
It is so rare that a film lives up to the hype and this one in some ways exceeded the hype, kicked my ass and I'm going to watch it again—soon. I viewed this one with my teenage daughter to get two perspectives. Okay—I have to settle for one perspective because she peeked from behind a fluffy pillow the whole time and ran to bed when it was over, opting to sleep with her little sister.

Monday, October 27, 2014

Excerpt from The Journeyman--coming this Halloween to your eyeballs.

Coming this Halloween (That's four days away, folks!), is my fifth novel:  The Journeyman. 
You can find more details on or on Smashwords. It is available for pre-order at either location. If that isn't enough incentive for you to read about your new favorite serial killer....maybe a sample chapter will help.

Meet Arthur Clay. He lives next door to you. He goes to your church. He shops at the same stores you do. He sees your children getting off the bus at the end of the school day and he watches you. He is always watching. 

Tuesday, October 14, 2014


Here's a little something for Halloween. Happy diving.

They picked his bones clean.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Meet my Main Character!

I have been nominated by film critic, fellow sailor, and author of The Spooky Chronicles and The Matriarch, Kevin A. Ranson,  to join the “Meet My Main Characters” blog tour. Today I will be telling you a little about the protagonist of my latest horror thriller, The Journeyman.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

On Writing The Journeyman

Seems like a long time in the works, but in truth, only about seven months have passed since I started this book. Now it's available for pre-order on Amazon, so I have a deadline...but we'll get to that a little later.
It's also tough to write a blog post about a book without giving too much information away, so I'll try to stick to the how, and not so much the what.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

With My Apologies to His Highness

I haven't posted any short fiction on the blog in a while, so I thought today might be as good a day as any. I found this nugget tucked away in my "shorts and flash stories"  folder on the PC and figured it was worthy of a dusting. I get inspiration from everywhere, usually from within my own twisted mind. In this case, it came from another twisted mind. I think my Grandmother bought me my first Stephen King hardback book...maybe it was my mother. Either way, I was too young to read it, but I turned out okay. *tweak-tweak-twitch-twitch*

Stephen King mentioned once in an interview that he had a story idea about an airport ladies room… The women just kept leaving their husbands in the terminal, excusing themselves to go to the restroom, and not returning. Something was going on in that restroom, he just never could figure out what it was…So I finished my version of the story. Thought it would be cool to have an anthology of “finishes” to this premise. We’ll see what happens. So, without further ado:

Friday, August 1, 2014


The thing about having the shit scared out of you is this…it happens in broad daylight. In plain sight. There’s no build up, no orchestra playing, no Goblin soundtrack, no Tubular Bells. Not even that annoying piano thing John Carpenter wrote for Halloween that still makes the hairs stand on my neck. It just happens. The haunting might be no more than a whiff of perfume or smoke, a flicker in the corner of your eye, but there it was.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Mickey Keating and Lauren Ashley Carter: Pod, Bereavement and the Brown Menace

The world may know Lauren Ashley Carter from Lucky McKee’s The Woman...or from Jugface . She has haunting eyes and a big screen presence with some serious acting chops. What you maybe don’t know from her resume is that she’s funny as well...Hopefully we’ll get to the bottom of the Brown Menace story before the end of this interview.

The killer one sheet teaser!

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Meet Tyler McAlister: A busy man making movies.

He's young, he's a bundle of energy...and he has a camera. He's Tyler McAlister and he is busy.
A little about the man, from the man:
In 2008, I made a few videos with some WWE action figures, in 2011, I made short skits, in 2012, I made my first short film "Inglorious", then the following year in 2013, I made my first full length film "Cashing Checks For Salvation".  And now it's 2014 and I'm trying to work on all my projects at once, Bouncing back between running two YouTube channels (which I'll link at the end of this article) and starring in and directing my new film "The Kentucky Derby" based off of the article by Hunter S Thompson.