Jake Masters is a bounty hunter with a dark past. That's nothing new. He likes women, whiskey, and wanted posters. Usually in that order. Thing about ol' Jake Masters is he's never alone. You see, the spirit of those done-in by his hand are doomed to follow. Jake's the conductor of his own phantom parade. And the parade keeps marching on...
As you may have noticed, the site has a brand new logo! What else, you ask? You can now wear my fiction, or slap it on whatever Redbubble lets you! All thanks to my great friend, Robert Paul Nixon!
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.
The first thing William Travis Morrison thinks of as he shakes Darla Miller's hand is how amazing her skin feels, and how much he'd like to wear it. He notes her milky-pink complexion, and subtle notes of coconut lotion. “You're prettier than your picture,” he says, then motions to the booth he was sitting in. … Continue reading The Date
I know, I know, "where have you been?!?" all four of you ask. Well, I'll tell you! I've been secretly working on a government project to enable squirrels to run completely across the road instead of stalling halfway then pretty much actively seeking death. So far it's been a rip-roaring failure. Squirrels just don't get it, … Continue reading 2016: Death and Soup
Here's what a few brave souls have said about their visit to Gravenfrost! Now that Autumn is near, it's time to break out the jackets and hoodies. Time to start thinking about Halloween (as IF you ever stopped), and all the spooky goodness that comes with it. Bump up the creep factor this year with … Continue reading A Few Reviews
I've never been a boaster. I feel like a b-hole talking about my work, generally, which causes the voices to scream "WAY TO SELF-PROMOTE, YA DIPASS!" in my head on a regular basis, or "on the regular," as I'm pretty sure no one says... So, with my gonzo horror/creatively vulgar novella Gravenfrost out in the wild, … Continue reading Talking about Ghost Boobs with family…
It's been a long time coming, but my gonzo, horror yarn Gravenfrost is finally live and ready to make you laugh, cringe, and think terrible thoughts when the lights go out. The Devil's Domicile. The notoriously infamous house is just one of the hot spots that cultists, freaks, and other assorted malcontents visit in Gravenfrost, Maine. … Continue reading Gravenfrost: Ready to please you!
When I mentioned to Detroit Graphic Designer and Grindhouse Horror Guru, Nix that I thought of writing a short teaser chapter for my upcoming book "Gravenfrost," he said "let's turn it into a zine." The thought of teaming up with such an amazing artist (he's the mastermind behind the "Antillia" cover) was enough to get my ass … Continue reading Women, Whiskey, and Werewolves…
The Devil's Domicile. The notoriously infamous house is just one of the hot spots that cultists, freaks, and other assorted malcontents visit in Gravenfrost, Maine. Founded on ground so tainted it was said to be vomited up from the sea itself, Gravenfrost isn't your average sleepy New England town. When the host of a popular … Continue reading Gravenfrost