Below is the first chapter of the unpublished, in-progress novel Bad Dreams. Check back for occasional updates.
THE HORIZON IS VERTICAL
August 10th, 1984
Perched like a bird of prey on West 23rd Street, red brick the color of rust or blood, the Hotel Chelsea struck a pose on this heavy August night. It was barely past eight; the sky had only begun to dim, brilliant blue color slurring into cobalt, turning the red walls even more vivid. Ornate iron framework on the stacked balconies looked to be etched by some godly hand, its black floral pattern delicate, invincible. And the sign itself, scraping its nails into the edifice of the building, “Hotel” and “Chelsea” written perpendicular, the intersection of something—filth and majesty, life and death.
The Laws of Inheritance
Below is the first chapter of The Laws of Inheritance, an unpublished, in-progress novel. Check back for occasional updates.
June 11, 2019
I wake on a Tuesday, sweat pooled in the crevasse between the small of my back and a musty white T-shirt, feeling odd. Not quite right. It’s my stomach. There’s a throbbing in my gut, slight but incessant. Not enough to wake me, but enough to demand my attention in the first blinking moments of the day. Before I even sense the sun I’m shaken by discomfort, my legs feel heavy as pillars and the space between my temples flares. But mostly it’s the bellows in my stomach, rising and falling with thunderous huffs, blowing toxic soot into my body.
Below is the first chapter of Hollow, to be published by Unsolicited Press in June 2022. Preorder Hollow here!
Chapter 1 - Smoke Like the Devil's Tail
It was a still afternoon in late October and the woods had begun to growl.
This being northern Wisconsin, the gray chill of winter had arrived before November, long before the winter solstice marked the onset of the season. Already, red-orange leaves had fallen flailing from the trees in desperate flurries. The days were becoming shorter, the long nights smothered by the eerie dim glow of the moon. And the forests, once so lush and inviting, now turned barren and dark.