Novelist & Short Story Writer
The entire neighborhood resented the Daytons on Preston Place. Sure, Sam and Roberta Dayton had been living in Willow Brook Estates longer than anyone else, but did that give them the right to adorn their lawn with that terrible sculpture? The Reardons across the street had named her "The Eldritch Queen," with her blank stone... Continue Reading →
"Well, well, well... if it ain't the pee-pee brothers! You guys mess your pants? Running home to your mommy to change your Underoos?" Peter and Philip Price turned to see their childhood tormentor, Trey Coleman, fondling a nerf football in his greasy hands and giving them a menacing stare that said: What? What are you gonna... Continue Reading →
"Dare," Melanie replied. Sarah looked at me with a sly smirk, then pulled the comic from her backpack and passed it to her. "The ritual is on page thirteen. Good luck." Melanie cautiously grabbed the battered comic, looking around at us suspiciously. "Bent?" she said, reading the cover. "You are daring me to do something... Continue Reading →