Transgressive Stories

A short story from an upcoming short fiction collection. Most of the book is assorted science fiction and horror items, but this weird one is derived from a piece of hor...

In a dirty basement, on a burning August day, somewhere on planet earth.

My tales of terror and filth will surely shake the meat from your bones and I'll be there to suckle and engorge every blood sodden chunk. Come join me for horror... The...

I have a confession to make. I'm a bit obsessed with death and the macabre. It feels like a guilty secret but I believe that thinking about mortality is integral to unde...

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A visit from Mr. Carey

A selection of my poetry. More than 4, many not very short.

(Complete) Bud E. Ice gets summoned for jury duty. Shit occurs while he's there. In other words it's an account of nine wasted hours of his life.

A police detective relieves his stress about a particularly stressful case by writing a journal. But all is not what it seems.

(Complete) Bud E. Ice is hanging out with a girl and she's needs to cop some speed. He begrudgingly tags along. Bud then ends up having to play Monopoly with her and the...

Sometimes you drink too much, sometimes you drink the right amount.

(Complete) Bud E. Ice is stuck in a long line at the coffee stand.

What happens when you wake up knowing you are not normal? Every day walking, talking, working, tolerating people around you, who are doing the same with people around th...

Sometimes a coffee shop isn't just a coffee shop.

Crash La nouvelle est accessible en entier, en français.

"I prayed he wasn't serious about hurting himself. I had no idea how to prevent him from doing something stupid and was never very good at word spaghetti, so talkin...