Dark and Introspective Fiction
Home is meant to be a place of sanctuary. For Jason, it means being forced to live life as a shadow, in constant fear of being seen. In an attempt to escape his abusive father, the young boy sets out on his own. What he doesn’t know is that blood connects them, and blood will […]
No electricity. No communication. No way to escape the storm raging on the horizon. The search for somewhere to belong leads two strangers, Jacob and Mati, to a secluded Ontario community as its residents encounter unthinkable tragedy. In the shadows, an outlier, Alex, faces the end of the world head on and finds a new […]
This and That but Mostly the Other is an eclectic collection of flash and micro fiction that explores the breadth of the human experience – love, loss, and being devoured by monsters on a late-night bus ride. “This” represents gratitude, and a light shining in the darkness. “That” shows us introspection, heartbreak, and that not […]
I wrote the first words of what would become Surviving the Storm almost five years ago. During that time, the lessons have been many, and the learning curve steep. With the task of navigating my first series being much closer to the end than the beginning, I wanted to take the opportunity to share a […]
“What was that?” Everett turned in his chair. “It’s starting again. Put the candles out.” Lori licked her fingers and pinched the wicks of the candles on the coffee table. She sat back on the couch and pulled her legs up beside her. “What do we do?” Everett rubbed at his forehead. His voice was […]
Danger. That’s what the sign says. Door must not be opened except at stations. It’s like seeing, Caution: Contents Hot, on a coffee cup. If you don’t know, you deserve what you get. If you do, maybe it’s a way of getting what you deserve. The train car is half empty. Between travel restrictions and […]
“Excuse me…” I lowered and folded my newspaper onto my lap. I wasn’t looking to be interrupted, and I’m sure it showed, right up until I looked into those eyes. I don’t read a lot of books, but it felt like I had been dropped smack dab in the middle of a dime store paperback. […]
I sit in the creaking nylon-web lawn chair and wrap both hands around my coffee mug. Arlo comes up beside and lays down on his blanket. I watch the ripples on the water flicker with the light of the rising sun. and the reflection of an eagle circling overhead, waiting for expanding rings on the […]
