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Previously, this story was behind a password for people who had donated in support of urgent causes. I have now reposted it for all to read. If you are able, please continue to do anything you can to protect trans kids. Links for suggested donations can be found at the bottom. This story is nearly �

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This story is nearly ten years old now, and I stopped trying to find a home for it after a few false starts over five years ago. The root of this story feels like a fever dream: someone named Ben emailed me to tell me that his friend Lachlan had been hit by a cab �

The Green Tunnel originally appeared in LampLight � Volume 7, Issue 1, edited by Jacob Haddon   I leave the Volvo at the Springer Mountain Trailhead, keys underneath the seat. Walking away, new red backpack heavy on my hips, I realize I never want to see the car again. When I come out the other �

The Shrike was first published in audio on Pseudopod   By the time she’s thrown herself upright and grasped for the remote with shaking hands, it’s too late. She’s seen it. She’s heard the words. Instead, she stumbles for the kitchen sink, feeling her throat clench with acrid, stinging horror. The vibrant green and brown hues �

Last Halloween was first published in FLAPPERHOUSE #19 On the last morning I will have with my son, I make him pancakes with fresh blueberries from the community garden mixed in the batter.  When the Patels from down the street heard the news, they brought us a flask of fresh maple syrup from the trees �

This is my final text of this story, as heard on Season 10, Episode 9 of the No Sleep Podcast. I hear the dogs before I see them. It’s Monday morning, I’m in the bathroom stall, pants down, pretending to shit and making polite throat-clearing noises every few minutes. The rotten vegetable green paint on the �

Hello, all. It’s been a while, as things have been quiet for me on the fiction front. Until this month � in October, I had three new stories, in three new venues. All these stories are linked by a common thread of parental anxiety, viewed from three different angles. Last Halloween – The newest residents of �

Hello, and welcome to my collection of weird tales and horror fiction for your enjoyment and criticism. I’ve always found that feedback from people not obligated to say nice things has been the best tool for continuing to hone my writing. Here are five of the newest stories for your consideration. Axis Mundi � Loops and whorls �