I came up with this idea in December of 2011, while reading Juliet Dark’s Demon Lover. I really need to start writing this one. Just this little description makes me want to read it. What about you? —– A little girl watches her friend stolen away by faeries and suffers nightmares from it all her…
I was cleaning out some old boxes of documents and found this snippet. It is a fictionalized account of the day of my miscarriage. It needs some work, but I think it has potential as the kernel of a horror story (which is where I think I was going with it). What do you think?…
Back in the early 1990s, I got an idea for a ghost story in which a serial killer gets his come-uppance from a haunted semi. I even took a class on the psychology of serial killers to research the story. Here’s the opening.
I tend to write a lot about fear. The following snippet or very short story was written in October 1984 and explores how our own mind can be our worst enemy.
Way back when Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel were still airing, I came up with an idea that I never pitched. I’m kind of glad I didn’t as the story has really evolved its own mythos and I think will make a nice, mildly humorous series of short stories and novellas. Here’s a short prelude to the first story, which centers around Clarissa first learning about her unique gift and meeting her right hand companion, Zorin — a half-human, half-“demon” were-alien.
I’m still working on this one, and am unsure where I want to take it, but thought it was fun to read, anyway. I first saw the vampire next door when I went to water my Bellflowers last Thursday evening. I remember it had been a long day at work and I had gotten home…
I just found this little story idea from a dream I had in February 1998. It’s a ghost story about a spirit who feeds off the fear and adrenaline given off by people who are risk takers. He, in life, was a risk taker and died in his early 30s from one of his risk…
Written on September 22, 2000, this vignette was inspired by the line from a Rick Springfield song: “waking up blind with the house on fire.” “I had that dream again,” he said. “I wake up, sitting bolt upright, but I cannot see. First, I hear the crackles, taunting me like a sadistic bowl of Rice…
The crunching sound of someone walking along the path broke the silence of the refuge. Silence, of course, defined as a place where no human ear is receiving sound waves. The refuge is a place where nature thrives and the half-way-there souls await their payment. Today, after centuries of only birds singing, animals scurrying and…
Here is another sample chapter draft from Lord Vayne. The crunch of autumn leaves sent the squirrels scurrying for the trees. Maria enjoyed this time of year for its rich colours and sounds, if not for its temperature. No longer a young woman, the cold hurt her joints. But even this pain would not keep…