A step-by-step methodology to ensure your safety:
There’s a door at the end of the hall marked with an eight. Sofia doesn’t like to look at it, or think about it, or tell anyone that the number reminds her of the eyes of the swaying man...
In celebration of the (in my opinion) best month of the year, I have teamed up once again with the brilliant artist Justin Weingartner, to bring you all a micro-fiction offshoot of my series, Small Bastard Stories™️. On each Monday and Friday of the month, Justin and I will post one of the wee bastards we've concocted, all leading up to a (BIG) Small Bastard Story on the Sovereign Holiday: Halloween.
"Ghosts, Special Agents, sex, and explosions. This twisted tale has all the elements of a thrilling, heart-pounding, haunted house joy ride!" —Amazon review “This book was a hell of a good time! The sort of book you read with a big fat grin on your face. Diaboliquely funny, gory as shit, and written by a … Continue reading Gravenfrost
Hellmo: a Small Bastard Story. Eternal damnation takes many forms. But in the case of Mr. Strudel, it's in the shape of a bright red, furry adversary, who brings him nothing but terror and humiliation.
“Yew must think ye'r so damn smart,” the felon known as Crimson Clay said, then spat a thin stream of blood to the dirt. He glared at the burly U.S Marshal who sat on the other side of a modest campfire, stirring a pot of beans. “Reckon I must.” The Marshal stated over the sound … Continue reading A Kindness