Islander

And so you continue in this world where you are the only moving, changing thing. The sky stretches blue-on-blue, the stormclouds paralyzed the moment before bursting, patches of sky all the more vivid for the contrast. Trees are frozen jerked to one side by the wind, and the cars on the street have been empty […]

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You Gotta Watch Them Alpine Lakes

Sunlight glared off the only boat in the mountain lake. A few yards away was the island that might have saved the passengers, maybe even the captain if they were especially quick and steel-nerved. As it was, the boaters who’d been brash enough to dare the water thirty minutes ago huddled on deck, unable to […]

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Graveyard Hills and Stillborn Grass

Years and specifics blurred together for him. It was a symptom of location, the flat scrubland punctuated only by oil pumps and their entourage of rangy cattle. Grass that grew up dead and yellow, snapped like matchsticks under the boots of the people who lived here. Why any sane human being, let along a few […]

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At A Gas Station At 3 AM

Midnight came and went sometime when I was sleeping, slipped right past me while I dreamed. My blankets were heavy and wrapped tight around me, the way they ought to be, and the house was quiet. The only thing moving was time, rolling over all with irresistibly gentle steadiness. O (the roommate you’ll recall from […]

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Dinner with Papa

The moon is fat and yellow like a great big cat’s eye up over all the rooftops, which means that Papa will be home soon. He comes at night, at night only, and on nights like this, with big fat moons and bright stars, he expects dinner. All the other children say their fathers expect […]

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Texas Agriculture Facts

  I love being Texan! Sure, the state can be a massive fuck-up and a lot of the people are assholes, but I love it here. I’m grateful that I was born here, and I know it shaped a lot of who I am as a person. Here, from a native Texan, have some pertinent […]

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When Suddenly, Nothing.

The dog has been digging. He tracked in the evidence last night, mud and grass caked under his claws. It was too dark to see anything, though, even with the back lights turned on, so I waited. No excuse now. The sun is high, the light is bright, and if this fathead gets out and […]

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The Butcher’s Duty

“Never forget what you do. Never forget that when you stand on the border of life and death, on the border of animal and meat, you have a duty. Have a duty. Damn, that always was Big Cass’s favorite phrase.”

Another thing that didn’t make it to bogleech’s cook-off. The struggle of writing a butcher character that could be sympathetic, even to those who don’t believe in meat, gave rise to something far different from what I originally intended. Heredity, rules, and, of course, duty, are the themes of this horror piece. WARNING: it’s about a slaughterhouse, so animal death, slaughter, and loads of gore await.

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Never Ending Roadtrip

Two girls, a damn big truck, and an endless nightmare as they race to escape the inevitable.

Lots of the imagery in this one is based on things I’ve seen, or thought I saw, while sitting in the back of my Dad’s pick-up. I wrote it for bogleech’s creepypasta cook-off but I missed the deadline due to family stuff, so here it is, published fresh for you!

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