If you like your fiction strange, sharp, and impossible to pigeonhole — welcome.
I write short stories and novellas that blend satire, surrealism, psychological tension, and the occasional supernatural wrong turn. Sometimes funny. Sometimes brutal. Sometimes quietly emotional.
You’ll find:
– Short fiction that refuses to play by genre rules
– Flawed, unstoppable characters with pasts that won’t stay buried
– Gritty crime, absurd comedy, speculative twists, and nostalgic gut-punches
A lot of my readers enjoy Neil Gaiman, Douglas Adams, Ray Bradbury, David Sedaris — and crime fiction in the Jack Reacher / Bosch / Alex Kava vein.
Here’s a very short example of what I do:
“Eureka,” I said. “We’ll build a sheep cloud catapult.”
“Never heard that one before,” he replied.
We argued through designs, rejecting each one as too flimsy, too cruel or too likely to break international cloud-launching laws. Then it clicked. “It has to be made of clouds.” Under my directions, he conjured a mist-powered launchpad. We loaded our bravest volunteer, Dennis. I yelled, “Fire!”
Dennis soared, a comet of fluff and hope. For a moment, he hung in the air. Then he popped into glittering mist that drifted down on us. The sheep clouds gasped.
“Note to self: cloud aerodynamics need work,” I said.
Chaos broke out. Sheep clouds collided like bumper cars. One formed a lasso, grabbed a rock and hurled it at the shepherd. Another twisted into a protest sign: LEGS FOR CLOUDS! A third typed an angry email to the Dream Authorities. I had made things worse.
The sky darkened. Real storm clouds descended like angry parents. “They don’t look pleased,” the shepherd said.
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I post short fiction, story fragments, and early looks at new novellas.