literary horror
The Caller isn't Human
At 3 AM in a dead-end laundromat, the payphone rings three times. No one ever answers. No one ever should.
Speculative Horror
A disgraced influencer sells her emotions as consumable flavors. But the technology under her tongue has plans of its own.
supernatural fiction
Seven rooms. Seven deaths. I have to clean up all of them.
urban fantasy
Every hundred years, the dead cast their votes. And the living wait to see if they still deserve tomorrow.
gothic horror
There had been three girls in the attic, once. Two names I knew. One I had burned.
Romantic Fantasy
When someone loves him, he becomes a wolf. Then he forgets them forever.
magical realism
When missed calls and broken promises begin piling up as literal objects in his home, Isandro must choose to burn or keep everything he's been carrying for years.
literary fiction
They say a man has three faces: the one he shows to the world, the one he shows to his family, and the one he shows to himself alone.
Suspenseful Fiction
“Sorry to interrupt your shift, but there’s a killer on this train.”
speculative fiction
Take the Pause. You’ll still be you, just more thoughtful and considerate.
We'll only email you once or twice a week.
Come on. Everyone sees it. Sees what? she said. You share groceries. You have a favorite side of the couch. We’re roommates. Right.
To save their way of life from undead hordes, a band of rabbits will pick up their swords.
When the bass drops, the bodies follow. And one faithful night never ends.
When it comes to the only good seat on the commuter train, tensions will rise.
She died cold, poor, and alone. Now she’s burning the rich with a vengeance.
The most detached therapist in the world just met his perfect match. A woman addicted to being ignored.
The groom’s ex is back for the wedding. She’s dead. And I’m the only one who can see her.
In a future where dreams are monetized, one woman learns that not even her grief is exempt.
Every ten years, the threads appear. Some people follow them, right to their soulmate. Some people don’t.
I've been a home for generations. Now I'm about to be renovated to oblivion by a family that doesn't get me.
Tom has a solution to the male loneliness epidemic. His wife Linda isn't so sure.
A poem about the televised theater of cruelty.