‘A Slithering Offer’ on The Wicked Library

I’m profoundly excited to announce that my story, A Slithering Offer is up on The Wicked Library! It’s a Patreon exclusive as of now, and I’ll say The Wicked Library is well worth the support of its listeners! They do amazing work. They’ve turned a few of my stories into audio podcasts and they blow me away every time!

I’d like to give a special thanks to Daniel Foytik and everyone over at The Wicked Library for the work they do! They breathe life into stories, give them an edge that couldn’t be achieved by reading them alone!

Click HERE to become a Patreon member and get all the extra goodies The Wicked Library has to offer!

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Author Interview – Origin: Stories on Creativity

I had the pleasure of being on Bryan Aiello’s podcast, Origin: Stories on Creativity. He’s got a great show (click here to check out his YouTube channel) where he talks with authors about all sorts of topics! He’s a great conversationalist and it was more fun than formal. Loved the experience!

Check out the podcast episode HERE on YouTube where we talk about movies, writing, publishing, and all sorts of random stuff!

 

Damned Words 27

6 Pieces of flash fiction inspired by the same photo. Brought to you by Pen of the Damned!

A group of horror writers sworn to their eternal suffering...


Lady of Sorrow
A.F. Stewart

She hides her face from me and weeps tears of stone, clutching the wreath she laid on my grave. A monument to her false grief and lingering guilt, forever enshrined in granite effigy. I stare at her from the shadows of the trees and laugh.

She thought to kill me.

Me, a thousand years her better in occult magic and deviltry. A poor attempt at murder and in the end she is the one entombed. Locked in her stone prison atop my empty grave.

She should have never come to the cemetery to gloat, to lay her wreath in two-faced mourning. But then, I have always laid the best traps. I savoured the priceless look on her face when she turned and saw me standing behind her, alive, and not a corpse mouldering in my grave.

That was the last thing she ever saw.


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