The Setup

This is a first draft of a first chapter so, if you please, be kind. The room was smoke. It smelled like it primarily due to the haze that floated just over a sitting man’s head. It saturated the old dark wood paneling, the time-flattened navy-black carpet, the big mahogany desk, the strewn papers, the … [Read more…]

Prologue: The Old Hospital – 3/17/2010 – 2AM

The following is a first draft of the prologue from my novel, tentatively titled Among the Dead. Glass breaking. Daniel’s heart pounding in his ears. His knuckles wrapped in an old shirt. Large shards land inside the building on concrete, breaking and dividing. A deep gulp of breath. The night air sweeps around Daniel and makes … [Read more…]

Going Home


Mikey Bryant woke up coughing. His throat ached from the smoke, and when he opened his eyes, the acrid haze forced them closed again. The smoke alarm’s shrill, rhythmic screech made his head pound. “Mommy!” He yelled it across the endless expanse between his bed and the door. He sat up, clutching his stuffed bear … [Read more…]

The Wrong House


Do you know what it’s like to be hungry? I don’t mean when your stomach growls and you go to Taco Bell and get a burrito. I mean the kind of hungry when you haven’t eaten in days, and even then it was garbage from behind the 7-11. I mean the kind where you see … [Read more…]



“Wanna come by and see ’em?” Alvin asked, his eyes glittering with the desperate anticipation of rebellion. “See what? Your dad’s old dirty magazines?” Terry was jealous, not of the dirty magazines, but of Alvin’s bravery at having stolen them. He was making a valiant attempt to disguise it with feigned apathy. “You gotta be … [Read more…]

The Dead Road


The engine in the Oldsmobile sputtered and clanked and died in a plume of steam and smoke, and left Jake Fischer alone in the dark. He looked at the aftermarket temperature gauge he and his dad had installed just above the steering wheel and saw the needle was deep in the red. His father had … [Read more…]