Two detectives investigate the aftermath of the monster mash after it’s been crashed by Cthulhu.
This piece originally appeared in the Monster Mashup Part 1: a collection of short monster jokes that all end with the same aristocrats punchline.
Two detectives investigate the aftermath of the monster mash after it’s been crashed by Cthulhu.
This piece originally appeared in the Monster Mashup Part 1: a collection of short monster jokes that all end with the same aristocrats punchline.
Freddy Krueger takes on his greatest enemy: the clichés that fill our dreams.
This piece originally appeared in my Monster Mashup Part 2 short fiction collection.
What happens when Dracula’s blood work comes back? The Hospital calls in the CDC.
This piece originally appeared in the Monster Mashup Part 1: a collection of short monster jokes that all end with the same aristocrats punchline.
When a banshee finds her way into an inner city emergency room the staff decide to put her to work.
Pennywise the dancing clown has turned a generation off of clowning. What would happen if the clowns of America International sued him for misrepresentation?
This piece originally appeared in my Monster Mashup Part 2 short fiction collection.
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When Nosferatu stows away on cruise he turns it into a floating buffet.
This piece originally appeared in my Monster Mashup Part 2 short fiction collection.
A story that dares to ask the question: do they have dog breeders in hell?
The Wolfman realizes he isn’t the only thing on the prowl tonight in this cheeky slice of Halloween flash fiction.
This piece originally appeared in the Monster Mashup Part 1: a collection of short monster jokes that all end with the same aristocrats punchline.
A concerned demon weighs in on the secularization of the season, giving an impassioned plea for humanity to put the occult back into our culture.
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These last few winters, the arctic chill has given me a good reason to stay in, to sink into my introversion. I’ve made a habit of hibernating, stocking up on movies and curling up to the warm glow of a TV screen. Come spring time, my prolonged isolation makes it hard for me to reenter society. Real people don’t talk like they do in the movies.
This spoken word mantra is my attempt to break myself of this habit, to brave the cold and do something with my nights, to stop waiting for the groundhog to give me the all clear, to help kick old man winter in the keister. I hope you enjoy it.