“You can never settle for less than true love. If you do, some part of you is going to be empty. Some part of you is always going to wonder what you could have had, if you hadn’t settled. That empty feeling will start out small, a tiny hole, but will eat at you until it’s big enough to cut you in half.” Davis ran his right hand through his Read More...
The cover to my upcoming collection of short stories. More information to come soon.
It’s been a while since I sat down to write something other than a book, short story or a freelance piece. It’s also been a while since I’ve sat at a computer to do something for myself. That’s not the sign of a disinterested man; it’s the sign of a busy freelancer. The past couple of weeks have been busy ones for me, that’s for sure. A couple jobs done, Read More...
This is entry 30 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch The hammer breathed in Snatch’s grip; it swayed back and forth and threatened to drop down onto Laura’s head at any second. The bright flashlight beam stayed focused on Snatch’s face, and the officer holding that flashlight continued barking orders. His words could have been in a different language. Snatch didn’t hear them. He focused on Read More...
This is entry 29 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch The tree line loomed ahead as Snatch stumbled forward, on his way to the wonderful woods. The trees called to him as he felt the heat of the flaming farmhouse behind him. The flickering fire danced and threw wicked shadows against the dark tree line, shapes that Snatch thought he could see the Reaper and the Read More...
This is entry 28 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch I killed Mother. Snatch’s words ran through his head as he spoke them. They seemed unreal, twisted, warped, surreal. He gagged and fought back the rush of acid up his throat. His tongue convulsed in his mouth. “No,” he said, turning to look at the Reaper in his old farmer guise. “It’s not possible.”
I see them come and go every single day that I sit here in this booth at this seedy little bar. Guys, you know the ones, that come in and think they’re going to redefine what it is to be a criminal. These young morons come in off the streets having seen one too many crime movies, mob movies, cop movies, and now they think they understand how this world Read More...
Phillip’s heart hammered in his chest as he sat at the table, surrounded on all sides by observing clergymen. Even over the sound of rushing blood in his ears, he could hear their whispers and musings that they dared speak aloud while they all waited for the Minister.
Surrounded by the blinking lights and humming fans of multiple computers and test equipment, John and Richard discussed the experiment. “They call it The Darkness,” John said. “The place you go when you finally realize.”
This is entry 27 of 30 in the series A Man Called Edgar Snatch Laura’s eyes rolled back in her head after the gun’s barrel connected with her temple. It only took seconds for her temple to swell and change to a dark purple color. She stayed conscious and fought her eyes back into position, so she could look at Snatch. “What are you going to do now?” she asked. Read More...