Opening:
"It was the Halloween of 1963 and I wanted to be Peter Pan, not just in costume but also in life. Under the twinkle of fading stars and the age of sixteen, my dreams would be dashed. My brother came back from college and for a few short hours, I was a kid brother again. Gordy and I dressed as vampires and took a passel of kiddies door-to-door to scare the neighbors into giving treats, and then delivered the kids home. We ended the night on Cemetery Hill high above Union Hollow, our small Appalachian town."
Published in Halloween Shrieks, an anthology from Thirteen O'Clock Press
Available in paperback from Lulu - click here
Fragments.ws is devoted to adult-themed, SCI-FI and Speculative Fiction. In most of these stories, men are turned into statues, animals, mythological creatures, and other transformations.
Friday, November 28, 2014
Monday, November 24, 2014
The Zombie Blackmailers of Panocadia Three (WT 69)
A short remembrance of things past,
a nostalgia of lost childhood, in a completely
and utterly weird, Zombified sort of way.
Published in VOICES FROM A COMA - Issue 2
Free Download at Smashwords - click here
Also from IMAGINALIS
a nostalgia of lost childhood, in a completely
and utterly weird, Zombified sort of way.
Published in VOICES FROM A COMA - Issue 2
Free Download at Smashwords - click here
Also from IMAGINALIS
Sunday, November 16, 2014
A Late Dinner (WT 118)
How did magic gain entry to the scientific world?
A tale of familial revenge.
Published in LAST NIGHT, an Anthology from Thirteen O'Clock Press
available in paper from Lulu click here
A tale of familial revenge.
Published in LAST NIGHT, an Anthology from Thirteen O'Clock Press
available in paper from Lulu click here
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
His Master's Voice (156)
Quote: “The killer tags them just like they were pets. We think they might be runaways, street people, homeless or failed at life in some way. These are the itinerant workers, waiters in cheap dives, jitney drivers, hustlers. This gig must seem like heaven, playacting in costume, decent food,” Arborghast said. A Tech held a veterinary scanner up against the deceased man’s shoulder. It registered the number of a dog license. He tapped the screen and the name “Buddy” and a street address appeared.
From "His Master's Voice" page 178.
Available in NEON & BLOOD, an anthology
Paperback at Lulu
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)