Excerpt from “Dark Skies Over Brightwater”

I’ve written a book. No, really, I have! I promise. Need proof? Here: an excerpt from near the beginning. Dorothy Brightwater, the protagonist, and her two friends come back from investigating one of the sheep mutilations plaguing their tiny seaside village   Almost no one in Brightwater had a personal computer. There were three in […]

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The Vault of the Little Creatures

Forty-eight years ago, we were visited by the little creatures. Nobody got hurt, not when they first showed up. Instead, they brought all of us patients down from the hospital into these… these tunnels they’d built, connected to our hospital through the basement. There were miles of them! Lit from sources I couldn’t make out, […]

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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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