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KAFM Interview

3/21/2025

 
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I had the pleasure of appearing on KAFM's Lit Radio segment this week. 

You can listen HERE. 
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Stories To Take To Your Grave...

2/13/2025

 
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I am thrilled to announce that my short story, Whatever Remains of Me, is featured in Stories To Take To Your Grave — Wandering Souls Edition, published by Undertaker Books! For those who follow me on social media, this was previously titled I, Zombie and I often referred to it as my "baby-eating story." I am very happy that this weird little tale finally found a home.
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The Best of MetaStellar, Year Three

7/22/2024

 
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I am thrilled to announce that my story, "Mortimer The Maus," has been selected for MetaStellar's Best Of... Anthology (Year Three). The Anthology features "forty-six enthralling stories from the most-talented science fiction, fantasy, and horror writers" working in the field today (so, I find myself in highly-esteemed company). Available in bookstores and online in mid-August!

No Sleep Podcast! Dispossessed

4/9/2024

 
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My short story, "Dispossessed" was performed on this season's No Sleep Podcast! This story originally appeared in Corpse Honey, but was written several years before, just prior to the Scenes From The Carnival Lounge release. The production value is impressive, and I am thrilled with the rendition!

Listen here: https://www.thenosleeppodcast.com/episodes/s20/20x24

The Cuyuna Monolith

4/8/2024

 
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I am delighted to report that I have completed a story for an invitation-only anthology tentatively titled: The Writer's Block. This anthology features some great writing and illustration work from Machete Comics (the image posted, however, is mine).

My submission, The Cuyuna Monolith, is in the final stages of revision. The anthology is slated for release around Halloween 2024.

Acceptance: The Black Beacon Book of Ghost Stories

1/22/2024

 
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I am thrilled to announce the acceptance of my short story, "The Y​urei of Old Stonybrook Lane" to Black Beacon Books! The line-up for this anthology is STELLAR and I am very excited to be a part of it! Look for release around Halloween 2024.

Cover Reveal for Dismember The Coop

1/22/2024

 
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I am thrilled to announce the release date for Dismember The Coop, featuring my story: "A Child Born of Ashes and Shattered Teeth." 
Here's a snippet from the story:​
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Dismember The Coop is expected to be released on February 15, 2024.

The Smartest Guy In The Room

12/20/2023

 
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It was a stupid wish. I realize that now. But in the heat of the moment, it made perfect sense!
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I rubbed the lamp, and, just like the legends say, and sure enough: a genie puffs out. Only this must be a Dollar General Genie, because he only grants me ONE wish, instead of three. And he’s pushy about it, too. I didn’t have time to think! I mean… how often do you get a bonafide WISH, people?

SO, under the gun, I had to improvise. I figured the best thing I could do was improve my mind. That’s what my old man used to say to me: “a sharp mind can take you anywhere.” As the genie smoke billowed around me, I thought it would be nice to ALWAYS be the smartest guy in the room. And so, i wished for just that.

Unfortunately, the genie granted my wish. I AM the smartest guy in the room, but my intelligence varies according to who else is in the room with me. Which is fine when you are having dinner with a bunch of rocket scientists, but not so great when you are having a beer with your MAGA neighbor.

Or when you’re in a room alone.

So, now, unless there’s someone else in the room, I just sit around in my own drool. I have to sleep outside (where there are NO ROOMS, get it?) else I am nearly a vegetable.

Stupid genies.

DrabbleDark Vol. III Acceptance!

10/11/2023

 
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I am pleased to report that two of my "drabbles" (stories containing precisely 100 words), have been accepted by Shacklebound Books for their DrabbleDark Anthology! One drabble, titled Cicadae Fall, will be expanded into a much longer tale with the same title. 

Chelsea's Birthday

10/11/2023

 
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“Whoohoo! I’m 21 today, bitches!” Chelsea stumbles into me as we make our way to the next bar. I think she’s already trashed. Chels never could hold her liquor. I try not to hold it against her though. After all, she IS my best friend, and has been since we were in grade school together.

“Where to next, Birthday Girl?” I teeter a bit on my heels as Chelsea leans into me. I boost her up, and try to pull her dress up a little before she pours out of it. She loves to show off her boobs when she’s lit.

“OMG, Cortney! Are you trying to feel me up?” She says giggling and grabbing her breasts, one in each hand. “These are NOT for you!” She gives me a wink and dissolves into laughter. The boys on the street behind us hoot and catcall us, but Chelsea gives them the finger. “Are you guys looking at my asssss?” She yells over her shoulder before bending completely over and putting her palms on the filthy sidewalk. “STOOOOP LOOOKING AT MY BUUUUUUUTTTTTT!” She cackles.

Chelsea: always so modest!

I pull her upright and we stumble into the line at the Carnival Lounge, that trendy new bar downtown that everyone has been talking about. Chelsea has been here before, with a fake ID, but this is my first time here. The place is very trendy and the line goes half way down the block. The doorman catches my eye and subtly shakes his head. Obviously, we need to sober up a bit before he’ll admit us… but given how long the line is, that shouldn’t be too much of an issue.

“Be cool, Chelseabean!” I whisper in her ear and point to the doorman. “They won’t let us in if we’re too drunk.”

“I’m fine!” she shouts dramatically. “I can even walk a straight line… see?” She puts her hand on her nose and proceeds to weave back and forth over the sidewalk. Several pedestrians dodge her but she connects with one of two as we make our way to the back of line. One of the girls she runs into gives her a disgusted look, but her boyfriend just looks amused.

The traffic along Central is heavy tonight, which isn’t surprising, given the warm summer weather and the holiday weekend. Several cars thump by with their stereos blasting. Some teenage boys lean out the windows and catcall the Carnival Lounge’s waiting patrons. The air smells of exhaust, and if I am being honest, it stinks a little like garbage here at the end of the line. There’s an alleyway about 20’ away, and I am guessing that the dumpsters there are overflowing.

Chelsea and I settle into the back of the line but she seems oblivious about the congestion or the length of the line. She’s kinda off in her own little pink bubble. I am glad she has me around to look after her.

Or at least I thought she was.

The guys ahead of us start chatting her up and Chelsea is lapping up the attention. She has her back to traffic, and I am facing her and the street behind her. I am not really following the conversation, but I know it’s the same old “blah, blah, hello baby, where you been all of my life?” sort of nonsense that guys ALWAYS say. Chelsea plays along, whoring it up by biting her lower lip and playing with her hair.  I don’t mind. It’s her night, and her birthday after all.

It sounds like a car backfiring when it happens. Or fireworks. That was my first thought: “who is shooting off fireworks downtown?” But then I saw the flash of the muzzle as it poked out the passenger side window. Something warm and wet splatters over my face and Chelsea’s eyes go wide. She falls into my arms, but I can’t seem to get a grip on her. Her back is soaked with blood. We collapse onto the sidewalk amidst the screams and gunfire. I can hear the bullets ricochet off the wall behind me, but all I can think about is saving Chelsea. Her beautiful dress is drenched in blood. She looks up at me and asks me what happened.

It all happens so fast. Before I know it, the shooting stops. Chelsea is looking up at me with those great big blue eyes of her’s, but there’s no life behind them. The blood drips off the sidewalk and into the gutter.
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