The House Guest: Part 3
The secrets that Grandpa Jo hides are darker than anyone could have imagined. In this shocking conclusion, Stephanie learns the truth, but it may be too late…
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Short Story
The House Guest: Part 1
When Kevin and Stephanie take in Kevin’s elderly grandfather, they expect nothing more than a few stories and harmless quirks. But Grandpa Jo harbors dark secrets, and as strange events unfold, Stephanie begins to question whether they invited more than just an old man into their home…
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Moonlight Ride
This is a short story I wrote for a contest over at Vocal.Meda regarding the reliablity of the narrator.
In Moonlight Ride, a seemingly routine drive spirals into a night of suspicion, deceit, and deadly secrets. As Tim and Franny navigate dark roads and even darker truths, a mysterious thud from the trunk sets off a chilling chain of events. Can their fractured trust survive the night, or will the truth buried beneath the surface tear them apart?
Blackmail
How far can you push your morality? Allen, a high ranking Judge, must decide if he should do the morally right thing, or side with the man that put him there. Read on to find out what happens.
Father Figure
As Chad stands over his fallen father, the urge for revenge clashes with his father’s wish for him to be better. In a tense confrontation with the murderer, Chad must choose between vengeance and justice. Discover the moment a hero is born in Father Figure.
Battery Life
What does it take to change someone’s mind? That’s the question facing Ian, a tech reviewer who is weary of the newest tech, a phone that never runs out of battery.
The Gamble
He checked the cards displayed on his forearm. Unfortunately, they didn’t compose a winning hand, but the rest of the table didn’t know. Or did they? He surveyed the three-tentacle eyes Trindback to his left. He couldn’t remember if they could read minds or not. The sharply dressed human across the table from him didn’t
Locked Up
If the officer looked close enough, he would see my heart beating through my chest. I tried to control my breath, to get air through the lungs so that I could calm down. But it wasn’t working. It didn’t help my nerves that the officers put me in this grey, sterile room over an hour
Offline
Trent looked around his computer at the battlefield of discarded action figures. A smorgasbord of characters, trucks, and colorful bricks covered most of the off-white carpet and colorful alphabet rug. Usually the sight wouldn’t bother him, but something about it struck fear into his heart.
Trent had worked so much lately that it felt like he and his son, Tyler, were almost strangers. So, when Trent’s wife needed to go to the dentist, he took a day off to spend time with the person he missed the most. However, a work phone call before breakfast brought his plans crashing down.
He hesitated as his fingers pushed the final buttons to send his finished work. His stomach churned as he thought about what to do next. He wanted to play with his son but worried his son wouldn’t want him.
Nighty, Night, Sweet Prince
Graham took a focused breath to steady his nerves. Recently, he saw an active shooter situation at his school, yet the challenge before him felt worse. “Come on, James. You have to take a bath,” he pleaded with his two-year-old, who ran from him again. His son was a photocopy of himself, attitude and all.
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