Flash fic – A Portrait of an Artist in Repose

I had an odd idea for a flash fic set in the Infected world, in the form of an interview with Dylan. Minor spoiler alert if you haven’t read the series, but why are you here if you haven’t? ** Now that Dylan Harlow is leaving the art world, collectors can’t get enough of him. “The art world is ridiculous,” the handsome artist says, gripping a glass of iced tea. “No one can buy it anymore. The one percent have made sure that only they can afford art, and yet most artists are starving anyway. Late stage capitalism is fun, huh?” He says this with a great deal of irony, especially considering he is speaking from the dining room of a neat, well appointed house on the outskirts of Vancouver. Through a gauzy curtain, the backyard is visible, as is his...

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The Josh of the Damned pre-order is live!

Not only does it have a spiffy new cover, but it has some never before published shorts included! Click here!

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Five Song Friday

As America sinks deeper and deeper into autocracy, I thought I’d do this in case you didn’t want to think about how bad things are. (On the plus side, we probably have only a decade or so before global climate change kills us all, so that’s something to look forward to.) Anyhoo, let’s enjoy some new music while Rome burns. Marika Hackman – I’m Not Where You Are A lesbian break up song? The video makes it look that way. I’m here for it. Otherwise, the song is very catchy for being rife with alienation. Russian Circles – Arluck The heavy instrumentalists are back, to soundtrack the end times. Sounds good to me. seablite – There Were Only Shadows For those who need something a bit more shoegaze-y, here’s some for you. Torche...

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A Boy and His Monster – The Beginning

Remember A Boy and His Monster? That short about the guy who somehow made a connection with a kaiju as a kid, and grew up as its caretaker? I threatened to write a novel about it, and I decided to treat you to the flashback of the meet cute between Toshi and Jerry, the big monster he calls his best friend. It a first draft, but I wanted to prove to you I am indeed writing this thing. I mean, why not? Who else is going to write a found family kaiju story if not me? (Please don’t answer that.) Tokyo, Japan – 2001 Toshi looked out at the ocean, and wondered if it hurt to die. It probably depended on how you died, right? Like dying in your sleep probably didn’t hurt. But what about a car crash? You’d think that would hurt. Aunt Hanako and Uncle Takara...

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New flash fic – The Body

Enjoy this weird little, which I’ve been threatening to write for a while now, but I put a tiny twist on it. Maybe it’s an allegory or a metaphor, who knows? It can be what you want. ** The Body When April first saw the body on the floor, she thought it was a joke. Another terrible, thoughtless prank by an office full of men who peaked in high school. She was about to tell Petersen it was very funny – sarcasm dripping from her voice – when Brooks came into the meeting room, and stepped on the body on his way to his chair. He didn’t react at all. Now she wasn’t sure it was there at all. As everyone took their seats for the meeting, April wondered why she’d be hallucinating a dead body. He looked to be an average man, in a cheap off...

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