The Geriatric Ward
The night staff called him Doctor Hale, because that’s what the badge said. They never asked why he volunteered for the overnight shifts. Never q...
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The night staff called him Doctor Hale, because that’s what the badge said. They never asked why he volunteered for the overnight shifts. Never q...
Greetings, one and all. Some of you know I'm an independent filmmaker in addition to being an indie podcaster. This summer I made my first feature,...
In 2020 I was diagnosed bipolar 1 after suffering a psychotic breakdown. Before that event and subsequent diagnosis I always thought I was just a "...
Nobody remembered when the sky first turned the color of burnt pennies. Some said it was the factories, some blamed the wars, some whispered that t...
The rain hadn’t stopped since sundown. It ran in silver veins down the narrow backstreets of Mong Kok, where neon bled into puddles and cigarette s...
The house arrived on a flatbed in sections, slid down the throat of the cul-de-sac like a coffin eased into its slot. When Ezra signed the papers, ...
Rain drums like static across paper lanterns, painting the night red and trembling. Inside the Dragon Palm Dojo, a hundred fists rise and fall in r...
The night smelled like iron and wet ash. Logan stood in the alley behind a burned-out tenement, rain dripping off his jacket, pooling around his bo...
Strange & Necessary is a deep dive into the gothic literature, film and folklore. It’s for the too-beautiful, the too-strange, the too-questioning creatures that unsettle the world simply by existing. Here I unravel history, film, and folklore while weaving in the threads of my own book. This is a candlelit diary of orphans, sin-eaters, poisons, crows, and heroines who reveal society’s hypocrisy and remind us that difference is not only strange, but necessary.
I was an unlicensed weather system when the sun crawled over Las Vegas like a jaundiced tick, and the air tasted like burned coins and motel chlor...
Evelyn arrived at the research facility long after midnight, her breath crystallizing in the air. The place was a concrete labyrinth — no windows, ...