Metamorphosis – A Kiss from the Sidhe

Something seemed different. The odd bite between the shoulder blades of Liza Handley’s back tingled, but not in a bad way. It was like the slightest touch of a childhood crush that would set butterflies free. Euphoria overwhelmed her with a sense of beauty and magic. The sting itself bulged red and angry in aRead moreRead more

Pale Lady – 2016 Version

The idea for “Pale Lady” came to me many years ago, even before 2016, which is when this partial version was written. I’m publishing it without revision or completion. Pale Lady It’s a wail – that scream that chills the very essence of my being. It howls out from nowhere bringing with it a visionRead moreRead more


       She was finally going to leave him. Rebekah Norris had had enough. The fights over nothing, the hurtful words, the resentment — she couldn’t live with it anymore. She had picked him up off the floor for the last time — him in his stupors. She might have learned to live withRead moreRead more

Sinking Island

       Elizabeth Bennett had been missing for twelve years. She was last seen at a high school party on Sinking Island — named appropriately as the island sank a little more into the lake every year. The teens who lived on the lake had gatherings there often, but this particular one was forRead moreRead more

The Pale Lady

It’s a deep, primal scream that haunts me before waking. The terror started three months ago, but all I can remember is a deafening, painful wail. It comes to torment my dreams, and leaves me with only a fear of what is to come.         Jason peacefully sleeps beside me, and I findRead moreRead more

Demon Hunter

No one in town knew much about him. They definitely didn’t know what it was like to be Dylan Riley. Although not one of the fine folk of Birmingport, Alabama would be able to give a good excuse as to why — other than he looked the part — the outsider had earned the reputationRead moreRead more


I sit alone in the corner of her room –untouched, neglected — humming in low tones. Memories of times when the stroke of Anna Mae’s fingers created music inside torments me. All the tantalizing melodies are gone though — all is gone — only this cold corner offers support. I know that the love was false,Read moreRead more