short story

The creature hid in the bushes, waiting for the next human to pass, so that he could continue his killing spree.  He only came to this planet for the sport of hunting; no other place in the universe had such plentiful prey.  Read more

Feb. 17
Adriene has posted the February edition of the Third Sunday Blog Carnival and has included my story “The Tourist Attraction.”  Stop by and take a look, there are some great stories there, including a couple by my friends, Scott Livingston, and Rooster Smith, from the #WriterNation.

“Get the hell out of here, you damn tourists, and leave me alone.”

I’m sick of it.  Every day there’s a group of  tourists, standing by my fence watching us, pointing, and whispering.  I don’t know what started it, but I’ll be damned if I’m gonna’ put up with it much longer.  We’ve become some kind of tourists attraction or somethin’.  They park the bus over at the Walmarts and then walk to my house to stare at us. Read more

Without a sound, Francis crept into the dark room, listening to the quiet breathing of her next victim.  Read more