Concrete Wolf
Even with all his strength, he felt like a crane fly being pulled apart one limb at a time. Razor sharp jaws clamped on his inner thigh,...
Golden Hour (Part 3)
“You know something, Joe, what is it?” I chased after him, shouting out directions to where my car was parked. Joe rocked on his feet,...
Hot
Grumbling, breath frosting the inside of the visor with moisture that he can’t wipe away. Thinks for a moment of spitting, anything to...
Golden Hour (Part 2)
In part one we met Brad and Joe. Here continues their story. Blue light flashed against the window pane, moving from along the building...
Vampires in the Pantry
Let me tell you all the secrets, said the whispers in the dark, There are vampires in the pantry, and there are werewolves in the park. ...
Golden Hour (Part 1)
There was no way I could get decent pictures from outside the pub, and aware I was beginning to look out of place loitering on an empty...
No one at the Gates
Interesting fact of the day: you can skydive in a column of air, if the flow is a consistent 95 miles an hour. My fantastic wife took...
Show an artist some love - Tweakerray
I’m talking about the musician Tweakerray. This is a teaser for his latest album, it’s not released yet, but I have already listened to...
The story behind The Patron and the Artist
Just shy of two years ago, I decided that I would see if I could increase my audience by submitting a story to an open call. I found an...
The Black Door
"Joe's dead." The voice on the end of the phone cracked. "No, no he's not. I'm with him now." "What! You, can't be..." there was a...
