The Beachcomber’s Boys

The Beachcomber’s Boys

When all four moons swung around to his side of Junireng, the Beachcomber found the most miraculous things on the bottom of the sea.  Today was not one of the better days for moon alignment. Only three of the four hung over the horizon and one of them had waned down...
Reflections in the Green Room

Reflections in the Green Room

When I saw the man, the man with arms made of flesh and bone, bare to the shoulder, lifting boxes into the bed of a transport truck, when I saw that his arms weren’t long insect things, bristling with hairs, slender and strong, and when I saw he lacked pincers,...
The Stilling Wound

The Stilling Wound

Author’s Note:This is the first excursion into the setting of the world of the novel I’m writing; The Ebb of Abandon. It’s a bit of a canary in a coal mine with me testing out some odd concepts, how to convey them, and how to parse out world history....
Little Star

Little Star

Author’s Note:One of the themes for our Cult Fiction horror shows I used to run was ‘Box of Shadows’. The stories had to be horror and some sort of evil box had to be central to the story.  I wrote my story ‘HorseHammer’ and the final...
A Burial for Zeus

A Burial for Zeus

Author’s Note:I wrote this story years ago as an entry for a Twilight Tales anthology called ‘The Book of Dead Things’. It was accepted, and was going to be published, but a conversation with the editors revealed that they were disappointed that...
Peanut Gets Red Nosed

Peanut Gets Red Nosed

“I need some roasted. Can you hook me up?” Peanut looked at the sullen acrobat from his cart window. The man was beyond gaunt. His electric blue leotard hung like laundry on his skeleton and his eyes were sunken. “You got tickets?” “I’ve got five bucks, and some...