• An Encounter

    A door slammed, and I flinched. The lights flickered and dust fell from the slats in the ceiling. But then there were heavy footsteps overhead, and I knew I needed to be as quiet as I could possibly be. Slowly, very slowly, I reached my hand out to find the button on my extension cord.…

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  • In the Dark

    I’m not sure what woke me. But when I opened my eyes, it was still dark outside the tent, and the only thing I could hear was the creak of branches in the light breeze. I was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, but then I realized I was alone in the…

  • I Should be Writing

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  • Patreon Goodies

    I love writing. And even if I never make a cent, I’ll still continue to do it. Because I think I might lose my mind if I didn’t write the stories that popped into my head. However… money would be nice. The more money I can make from my writing, the less I have to…

  • He Wears my Face pt 4

    Philip noticed Jordan’s change in mood when they sat down for lunch. “What’s up, man?” He opened his lunch bag and unloaded the contents onto the table. “You’ve been extra quiet today.” Jordan shrugged. He didn’t think he could explain any of this to Philip. And even if he did, there wasn’t even a slight…

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  • A Special Announcement

    After a year of learning (2022) and half a year of implementing new tactics (2023) it only seemed fitting that something great should come of it. And that is why I’m so happy to announce the second edition of Plot Your Novel will be coming out in January of 2024! This new guide will still…

  • He Wears My Face pt 3

    Jordan found it difficult to fall asleep the next few nights. But he didn’t wake up to anything strange until the following week. Just as he’d relaxed into thinking it had been a strange form of night terrors, he woke to the sensation of something sitting on his chest. And there was the awful, rotten…

  • He Wears My Face pt 2

    A few days passed, and Jordan forgot about the thing breathing in his room. He didn’t hear anything else, and it fell to the back of his memory. Until Friday morning, right before his alarm sounded, Jordan woke to a strange sensation. Warm air fluttered over his face and a rotten stench stung his nostrils.…