My flash fiction story, “Mother?” is up at Lit Up/Medium. This is a reprint; the story first appeared in Flash Fiction Magazine in August, 2014.
An excerpt from the beginning:
“I am born without sight. My first sensations of the world consist only of what I sense with my remaining four: the warmth of my mother and twin brother, the faint, lingering smell of strange foods on her breath, the creamy, almost nutty-sweet taste of mother’s milk…”
This story is also currently featured on Lit (thanks, Medium staff!).
My story, “Curse Upon a Star,” is now up at The Molotov Cocktail.
This story got a “close but no cigar” mention in their recent flash fiction contest (Flash Phenom), and upon resubmitting, was accepted for a regular issue.
“Night after night, Ida dreams of bones. They’re snow-white and perfect with a sheen like milk teeth.”
My story “Natural Enemies” has been published in Seven Deadly Sins Vol 2: Sloth.
All proceeds go to the charity First Book!
Tagline: “Zombies aren’t the only thing wanting to eat you in the woods, but no one believes a teenager…”
My story “Winter In My Bones” is included in Selfies from the End of the World: Historical Accounts of the Apocalypse.
The anthology is available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other outlets. It’s a project of Mad Scientist Journal, edited by Jeremy Zimmerman and Dawn Vogel. Cover illustration by Luke Spooner at Carrion House.
“When you get old, you know things. I know what the gnawing cold in my bones is telling me. I know the white on my fishing boots on the patio will melt upon touch. I know winter doesn’t come in July. I turn on my TV and discover that finally, they know it too.”
My story “Not All Who Wander Are Lost” has been published in freeze frame fiction, special volume 2: YA Fiction.
This tale of young love was inspired by midsummer mysteries and light summer nights, and written with Lana del Rey’s Summertime Sadness playing in the background.
“I found you wandering along a bridge in the light-as-day Midsummer night. Your white dress and waist-long hair swayed in the breeze, and I couldn’t let you pass till your lips parted with your name. You said it was Therese, but it might as well have been a breath of an ancient language no longer spoken.”