As children, the world is terrifying? Shadows in a dark corner, noises in the kitchen or the tall dark stranger that approaches you and your mother in the parking lot of a shopping mall. As a child I had teraphobia, the fear of monsters. A condition prominent during childhood. The condition normally resolves itself in…
What I discovered in Elmyra might change everything… Log 05-10: Elmyra, Territory of the Reds Elmira, where the boundaries between human and Kimerian blur, survival isn’t just about adapting — it’s about integrating. That’s the inspiration behind the Working the Line collection. Each shirt, mug, and print captures a snapshot of life along the Unknown…
A second large piece of plywood crashed to the floor, the sound echoed through the small building like a gunshot. Cracks spidered out across the laminated glass. Some sections bowed inward, ready to collapse. Outside hundreds of thrall stand waiting. Some sway like reeds near a pond. Others stand, no movement at all, sleeping. The…
Erik began moved toward the group. He felt the weight of the groups eyes upon him. Something felt off and he immediately recognized it. A sudden sinking feeling. His stomach tightened. Erik looked back at Rebecca. She stood still. Not a breath. Not a twitch. He glanced at the others. Their expressions were tight, unreadable.…
The thrall had stopped pounding on the walls of the Burger Place but the silence wasn’t pleasant. Erik stood near the front of the restaurant. Crude plywood covered large plate-glass windows. He looked outside, peeking from a crack in the wooden barrier. The glass, covered in handprints and grime made visibility poor, but he could…
Erik stood behind Sean Garrison. Sean— a large, broad-shouldered man whose very presence commanded attention. He wasn’t just a survivor; he was one-half of the infamous Garrison brothers, the outlaws of Black Lake. For years, Erik watched from the streets as Sean and his brother terrorized the region. Often slipping past the Black Shirts and…
Erik’s eyes opened, slow and unwilling. Erik was surprised he wasn’t dead. He had for the umpteenth time give in to Teraphobia’s attempts to break him, yet here he was. A memory surfaced before the rest of him did: the sea of human-like, shells, hollow but functional, surrounding two towering Collectors. Rebecca ran, their monstrous,…
Just an FYI.. I’m still writing but I keep this blog for a lot of the new stuff. I’ve been working on a Chapter draft of Teraphobia so I have been editing over at Dabblewriter. Looks like the theme for Chapter 2 is the Network. Travel through the stations till Keep you ears on for…
Erik and Rebecca stood at the bridge. The water moved below, carrying debris and struggling thrall. “Of course the thrall fall in there,” Erik says as he steps forward. “They are thrall, right,” he asked. “Probably,” Rebecca replied. She stepped past him on a bridge designed for one person. The bridge shifted. Erik fell forward.…
“I don’t always imagine something big and weird. Sometimes it’s on a smaller scale if you want to call a couple of hundred plant monsters small-scale.”Redd Church ——— It may surprise you that I have a family, with my talent and all the fun that comes with that. The fear of losing someone in my…