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Where have I been?

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Hey, guys!

First of all, happy new year! I hope you’re all staying safe and enjoying the fact that 2020 is finally behind us 😉 It’s been a long time since my last post, and I wanted to give you an update and explain my long hiatus from social media and the blogosphere.

For almost seven years, I posted a fresh piece of flash fiction each week. It was a lot of fun and helped me to explore cool, new ideas, some of which have been or are now in the process of being expanded ...

Not of This World

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Below a drab and dreary office, in a park, there stands a tree. A sprawling oak, gnarled and ancient, she lies in wait for one who is lost. She is patient and she is persistent, for she knows that someday, the one she searches for will hear her call and answer.

Above a verdant, sunlit park, in an office, there sits a woman. Driven and motivated, Diane excels at everything she does. But she is haunted and she is restless, for no matter how successful she becomes, s...

Jared’s Book

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A seed, planted in fertile soil. With a little water and sunlight, it begins to grow. At first, it measures maybe half an inch in height, but soon, it’s shooting toward the sky, tall and proud, gazing down on the world below.

Then time passes, and the once-mighty tree begins to wither. It never loses its colossal stature, but the light within begins to dim, and one day, in fifty years or five hundred, the light goes dark, the wood grows stiff, and forever after, when men...

Phoenix

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Haley’s earthly journey was coming to an end. Soon, she would transcend the human plane, and then? She didn’t know, only that she would start anew.

She turned to her husband, who slept beside her on a queen-size bed, and sighed. How, after so many years together, could she tell him what she was, or worse, that she would soon be leaving him alone?

I’m not human, she wanted to say, except that wasn’t precisely the truth. Like her husband, she possessed a hominid nature. Th...

Get a Free Signed Copy of “Inkbound”

Every now and then, I run a promotion to drum up support for my work on Patreon. It’s been a while, but this month, I’ve decided to give away free signed hardcover copies of my 2019 novella, Inkbound.

Ordinarily, through my online store, it would cost $11.99. But between today and October 18, I’m willing to send you a free signed hardcover copy.

Here’s the deal.

I’m not a well-known author, which means I don’t sell very many books. The only way to increase awareness of my work is through advert...

Inheritance

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Falling, plummeting, hurtling like a meteor toward Earth. Jennifer waited for her heart-pounding date with gravity to near its inevitable end, then spread her arms like a bird. Unseen wings unfurled, and catching an updraft on the way down, Jennifer rocketed back up, higher and higher, until she was soaring, gliding, sailing across the clouds once more.

So, she thought, this was what it felt like to fly. She used to wonder about that when she was little. Now that s...

Rebirth of a Soul

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Life.

Why had I taken my own for granted? Suspended on the razor’s edge of my final breath, I paused to ponder the question. Then the animating force that bound me together shot into the sky and my body crumpled to the ground.

It ended too soon, I thought as I sailed across space and time.

It ended precisely when it was supposed to. The soundless reply rippled across the cosmos like a gravitational wave, blowing me away with the earth-shattering assertion of its exist...

Nowhere Man

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Floating in the space between the shadows, I look on from my endless purgatory and watch the world change from the outside. Like a projection, it moves in and out of focus. It feels close enough to touch, yet parts like mist whenever I reach for it.

I am everywhere, and nowhere. I traverse the farthest reaches of this nowhere land, and I wonder, am I truly alive, or am I, too, just a projection, the fever dream of some unseen, uncaring god? Even my thoughts are ha...

Gina’s Tormentor

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This post was originally published through Patreon on April 30, 2019

The creature spoke and Gina listened.

She could ignore many things, but not this. Her tormentor was unique, both a part of her and not, and it always knew what to say.

Your life means nothing, her tormentor whispered. Your existence is an accident, your purpose non-existent. Let go, and follow me into the dark.

Every day, her tormentor extended its invitation, and every day, Gina grew one step c...

Harold’s Stolen Book

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This post was originally published through Patreon on April 23, 2019

The night was cold and Harold curled into his jacket, mist rising from his lips like dragon’s breath. Where was Michelle? She was supposed to have met him an hour ago, before the sun set and the world grew dark. What if… No, he wouldn’t think about that. She was late, that was all.

A twig snapped, and Harold spun. Just a rabbit or a squirrel, he thought. Nothing to worry about. Then someone touche...