“The Object of Life is not to be counted amongst the majority but to avoid being counted amongst the ranks of the insane.” — Roman Emperor and Great Stoic Philosopher Marcus Aurelius. …

I now take commissions in the realm of crime or horror fiction! I am an internationally published journalist and writer and I am now taking commissions on horror and/or crime fiction! Ever wanted to be the hero, victim, or villain in your own story? Or perhaps have the role for someone else in mind (this does make a GREAT gift)? I take commissions via my Etsy shop here: All I require is the intended first name, gender identity, and a general desire of theme (i.e. home invasion, supernatural, vampire, werewolf, gothic, etc. challenge me and you’ll get results! I retain all publication rights, you receive everything else!)

The villages were but piles of rubble from the Luftwaffe’s then Panzers’ rapid encroachment past the German border into their beloved France. The government did next to nothing to counter the blitzkreig and the panzers flattening villages in their wake. The nazis went scorched Earth right past their own border. …

“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare…” — Ned Vizzini The bathwater seemed to become dreadfully cold, even though she had drawn it warm. The crimson colored it like all the vegetation…

Five mail bomb packages were delivered to five different recipients in the five boroughs who did not know each other. 25 years later, the mystery is even more compelling. He was toiling away in his yard when Howard Kipps’ eardrums exploded like a flock of birds unwittingly finding the thrust…

Jack Kerouac would've loved this one...

Do you ever vividly dream? Like maybe life is a dream within a dream? Or perhaps a waking nightmare from which we absolutely cannot rouse ourselves? I had one such occurrence happen to me in late 2003 at a fleabag motel in Arizona’s painted desert some four hours north of…

“Nature is my church.” — Unknown — …Mildred nearly had a coronary when a loud, explosive noise emanated from her engine as she drove to the house where she was boarding a room in a nearby rural town. Her day teaching the sons and daughters of the local farmers at the one-room schoolhouse already sapped her energy…

A poem. —