In the wee hours of the morning, before the sun came up, before I’d finished my first cup of coffee my phone made that little
Sleep It is like the ghost that haunts me Only worse. The ghost will listen to me. Sleep never does. She taunts me Like a
Short Story Sunday: Male Bonding (A Vampire Story) Hot flashes. Andy’s girlfriend had been having horrible hot flashes. When you date Vampire women you don’t have to
A large wreath on the front door was made of faded and cracked plastic flowers. You know, those plastic flowers that were sold in the
Several years ago my husband brought home an old trunk full of monster magazines and comics. Before I sold most of them I took photos.
Before I do anything I need to let EVERYONE know that my short story collection “Morning at the Vineyard” will be FREE on Amazon (download