Summer Feaker
Short Fiction
Magic Forest
Short Story
"Carnival music played through the static of the camouflaged speakers. The volume of the music was unstable, and it unnerved me. It blasted loudly with one step: silent as a whisper in the next. Critters of the forest clawed up trees and lept from the path as if we weren't the ones that trespassed through their home. "
Ghosts of Greenrose: First Chapter
"Scandal in a small town moved like a tidal wave—expertly conducted by housewives and church ladies — demolishing the lives of those unfortunate enough to have their stories retold by unreliable narrators. There was no escape from the sideways glances as Josephine Fox entered Greenrose Grocery'
Work in Progress
First Chapter
"A blood-curdling scream bounces off the bricks of the historic Jamison Inn. I spin to face the road, hoping my eyes adjust to the unlit street. Raindrops sprinkle on the ground and sting my bare arms. There is nothing. At least nothing that I can see, but that doesn't necessarily mean there is nothing."