Stories that I wrote



Cold feet, Goosebumps all over and a thin veil of smoke around me. These were the least of my worries… more important was the dread – icy cold, lead heavy dread that slowly wraps itself around my heart. Its tentacle like fingers advanced when I was absorbed elsewhere and when they had the whole pulsating …

The Interview

  She was nervous and fidgety as she rode the escalator. What if he screamed, refused the interview and threw her out? Don’t be silly. He won’t recognize you. What if he did? He wouldn’t. Celebrity Reporter Dianne Cooper’s stylized self bore no resemblance to the disguised, teenaged DeeCee he had met. She had ascended …