Blood Bath


It’s a lovely spring day here. I wish I could be outside, but like most writers I’ve fallen behind on all my projects and today I’m trying to play catch up. Since embarking on my horror journey, I have been creating and writing more steadily than I ever have, so I can’t be too hard on myself. And so far, I’ve made some great friends along the way.


In this week’s photo, the blood red bath water was created using the Blood Bath Bomb from Ghoulish Delights Bath Shop. The bath bomb smelled amazing and made my skin so soft. It was the most pleasant photo shoot I’ve done yet! Ghoulish Delights Bath Shop just recently launched and carries awesome horror themed bath products. I’ve gotten to know the creator of this company through my short time spent in the horror community, and I have such respect for her and what she does. Check out  and help support an amazing, woman-owned small business!

And now, another installment of “The Cockroaches Waltz At Midnight.”

With Screams and Axes,



The Cockroaches Waltz At Midnight (Cont.)

Art began to run. He didn’t know what that thing was or why it knew his name, but something told him not to wait and find out. He ran back the way he had come, towards the lights of the gas station. He didn’t look back, and he didn’t call out for Duke. The woods seemed thicker somehow, forcing him to slow down and try to walk quietly. It also seemed that he had run deeper into the woods than he thought. The lights in the distance seemed so far away. Art was unsure how he had been able to run that far.

By the time Art got back to the gas station there were two police cars out front, and he could see his manager standing there with his arms crossed, watching Art shamble towards the scene. Duke was sitting on the ground having a cigarette. His eye looked swollen, and his nose was bleeding. Art laughed for a moment, thinking about Duke getting the shit kicked out of him.

“What are you doing?” Art’s manager demanded as soon as he was close enough to scream at.

“What?” Art was confused.

“Why did you leave the store?” His manager asked again.

“To help Duke. We were going after a shop lifter.”

“Yes, Duke was going after the shop lifter.” He looked at Duke and frowned. “Which is against company protocol and he knows it. What I don’t understand is why you left the station unattended when Duke ran out to chase the thief.”

“Well, I…”

“Because when you left, the shop lifter’s buddies, who must have been watching, came in and made off with the whole god damn register!” A vein in his forehead pulsed and Art didn’t know what to say.

“I’m sorry.” Art began.

“You’re sorry? Well, you’re fired.” The manager waved him away.

“But, but…”Art tried to come up with an argument in his defense.

“But nothing. Get out of here.” The manager turned his back and went to go speak with a police officer.

Art walked home in the dark, wondering how he was going to be able to pay his rent for the attic room now. Maybe his parents were right, maybe Marta was right. Maybe he should have just gone to college.

Art opened the door to the Steven’s house as quietly as he could. It was 4:30 in the morning, and he didn’t want to wake them. But as he entered the living room, Art found all the lights on and the Steven’s sitting at the table, having what looked like dinner. Mrs. Steven was cutting a slice of meatloaf for Mr. Steven, who himself was stirring a large bowl of mashed potatoes. They were wearing matching pink sweat suits, Mr. Steven had several large gold rings on his fingers, and Mrs. Steven was wearing a clownish amount of makeup. The way she had drawn on her eyebrows, thick and dark, gave her a bewildered expression. They both looked up at Art as he entered the room, surprised to see him.

“Art, my lad!” Mr. Steven boomed. “Sit and have dinner with us.” He motioned him towards the table. Art felt it would be rude to deny him, plus he was very hungry. So without asking questions about why they were eating dinner at 4:30 a.m., Art sat at the table and watched Mrs. Steven slice a piece of meat loaf for him.



This past week has been a great week for writing. I’ve been feeling very inspired lately. Perhaps now that the weather is getting a little warmer, I’m finally thawing out and shaking off my winter slump.

I feel as though I have a lot to look forward to. I have new ideas and new projects in the works, and so far everything is coming together.

This week, I’ll give you part 2 of The Tooth Fairy as well as some lovely pictures of a monster receiving her dinner.

Thank you so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy.

With Screams and Axes,



The Tooth Fairy (Part 2)

Daniel was a delivery driver for the United Delivery Service. He clocked in at 8am every morning and helped the warehouse guys load his truck. He never spoke much to the warehouse guys, or to the other drivers. His favorite part of his job was when he was able to pull away with a truck full of packages and head out alone to make his deliveries. He didn’t want to talk to anyone, and he didn’t want them to get to know him. Today, Daniel let the guys finish loading the packages into the back of the truck while he took three aspirin, swallowing them dry. His jaw was killing him. Moving his mouth at all sent throbbing pains up to his temples. He hadn’t been able to eat anything today. All he could manage was a few sips of coffee.

“You okay, man?” Joseph, one of the warehouse guys, asked.

“Mmhm,” Daniel nodded, realizing he probably looked like hell. Daniel got into his truck before Joseph tried to elicit any more conversation from him.

It was a warm, sunny day. Daniel drove through a tree-lined neighborhood at a slow speed, already ahead of schedule. He had his window rolled down, and the cool, fresh breeze against his cheek helped the pain a little. Daniel knew that it was time to go to the doctor, that the wisdom teeth he had felt growing in his jaw were probably infected or something, and that pretending that he was fine was just making it worse. Daniel told himself that his crappy health insurance wasn’t going to cover the costs to get the teeth removed, and that giving in and going to the doctor would make him broke. Maybe the pain was okay; maybe it was good to feel something else.


After delivering an over-sized package to an elderly lady with a huge drooling dog, Daniel came back to his truck to find something strange. The back doors and the driver’s door were all wide open. Daniel knew for certain that he had closed the driver’s door. He walked around the truck to see if someone was playing a trick on him, and hopped up in the back to see if anything was missing. Everything was as it should be. He held his head in his hands and pushed on his cheek bones. The pressure felt nice. It must’ve been me, he thought.

Daniel made sure everything was closed and locked before getting back into the driver’s seat to finish his route. While he was driving down a busy street, he began to hear a banging coming from the back of the truck. He tried to ignore it, but it kept getting louder and more violent, as though something was throwing itself against the sides of the truck. His head was throbbing and the noise was making his hands tremble as he clutched the steering wheel. Daniel pulled over to the side of the road and opened the back of the truck. The passing cars flew by him, the noise of them making a whistling sound that made Daniel’s teeth ache and his vision get spotty. He climbed up into the back of the truck and saw a box in the middle of the floor. There was a dark puddle all around it, like it was leaking something, and the side of it was ripped. Daniel picked up the box and a hot red liquid began to pour out all over him. Then the tape gave, the box flaps popped open, and something tumbled out all over the floor. Daniel bent down to pick one up. It was a large yellow tooth, with twisted roots, like the legs of a horrible, ancient tree. There was teeth and blood everywhere. Daniel cried out and covered his eyes as everything around him went dark.

He came to in the back of the truck, flat on his back. He sat up quickly expecting to find himself lying in a pool of blood and teeth, but found that everything was normal except for a large bump that was beginning to form on the back of his head.  Next to him was an open package that was leaking white packing peanuts. Daniel picked one up and looked at it. Fucking things. Daniel rubbed his eyes and shakily stood up so he could drive himself back to the warehouse and finish for the day.


My Bloody Valentine


Happy Valentines Day my Ghouls! Love and I have been celebrating this holiday with brunch, horror movies, and Thai food. It’s been an amazing day.

This week I’ve been writing up a storm, and I’m hoping to submit two of my stories to horror magazines soon! Of course, competition is fierce and rejection is high, so I’m not getting my hopes up. But I’m excited just to try.


For this week’s photo shoot, I started this project with something completely different in mind, but once I got my hands on this gold, vintage-feeling dress, I was inspired to change everything. I hope you enjoy it!

And for this week’s fiction, I was inspired by a silly little poem I wrote about a tooth-eating monster last week. I enjoy coming up with quick little rhymes. They help me think sometimes. Thank you for reading and I hope you adore the Tooth Fairy as much as I do.

With Screams and Axes,




Daniel had been awake for 42 hours now. He stared at the clock that read 1 a.m., feeling so deliriously tired, yet still awake. There was a dull ache in his jaw, and his eyelids stung every time he closed them. He rolled over to the other side of the bed, and stared up into the darkness. He had never slept on this side of the bed. Now, this side was cold and empty, and he could lie here any time he wanted. This had been Jorge’s side of the bed.

Jorge had left two weeks ago. With little explanation, he had packed a couple of bags and had left the apartment they had shared together for over a year. Daniel’s calls went unanswered, and none of his friends could give him any insight as to why Jorge left. Daniel thought he must have met someone else, someone better than he was. Daniel had been struggling to sleep since Jorge left. Nothing felt right, nothing felt safe, and sleeping would only lead to dreaming; horrible, heart-breaking nightmares.


The pain in his jaw was getting worse. Damn wisdom teeth, Daniel thought as he slowly maneuvered out of bed and groped in the dark, feeling his way to the bathroom. When he got to the medicine cabinet, Daniel looked at his barely there reflection in the bathroom mirror with the lights off. He looked like a dark spirit, a shapeless mass in the darkness. He flicked on the light. In the mirror he saw himself smiling wide, except every single one of his teeth were missing, leaving only bloody, gaping holes where they should have been. Daniel screamed involuntarily and put his hands in his mouth. They were all still there.

He looked in the mirror again and everything was as it should be. He saw a young man with puffy eyes, sallow cheeks and a mouthful of not-quite-white teeth looking back at him. Had he fallen asleep for a moment while he had been standing in the dark? Or had his insomnia now given him the gift of hallucinations on top of everything else? He was too tired, and his mouth hurt too much to give it much more thought. He found the bottle of aspirin in the medicine cabinet, took three pills, and shuffled back to bed. He had to be up for work in a few hours.





Is It 2016 Yet?

December has been a rough month for my writing. There was so much going on this month and with the long hours I was putting in everywhere else, my own work took a backseat. This January I hope to really get back into it. I’ve been outlining a new project that I’m really excited to start. Sometimes I find myself with lists of ideas and seemingly not enough time to bring those ideas to fruition.



I didn’t like the way the Quick Fix Horror story I was writing was unfolding so I’ve set it aside. I’ll be back in January with loads of lovely horrors.

With Screams and Axes,


The Early Riser


I feel like I’ve always had insomnia. Almost two years ago when I was in my last semester of grad school and trying to write my thesis project (a novel), my sleeplessness was horrible. I would stay up all night, sleep a few hours in the afternoon, and then go back to writing. I was writing some pretty dark stuff, and having to research some pretty dark stuff as well.

Generally, I’m okay with the dark stuff and it doesn’t bother me or freak me out too much. However, there’s something about the hour just before dawn that is eerie and troubling and makes all the horrible things in the world so much worse. It was at these times, when the darkness was fading and there was a strange gray glow coming in through the window that I would start to feel troubled and freaked out.


I think the early dawn is the scariest time of the day. Interestingly enough, it was during this scary hour, while desperately wishing someone else was awake so I wouldn’t be alone, that I came up with some of my most creative ideas.


Perhaps this transition time from night to day is when we’re most vulnerable, when our minds are able to open up. It was this vulnerability that allowed me to really discover how to write what scares myself the most. I’m still an early riser now, and like to do my writing in the very early hours of the morning.


This week I want to post the first part of a piece of short fiction. This story will be posted in three parts. I hope to be posting these short stories regularly from now on. This story also takes place during the creepy hour before the dawn. I hope you enjoy it.

With Screams and Axes,



Quick Fix Horror!


The Early Riser

As she impaled the top of Adam’s skull with a long, thick needle, somewhere inside he assured himself that he didn’t deserve this. Then he heard her voice in his head: “Everyone has something coming to them.”

When Adam had met her, it had been the hour before dawn, when the sky turns gray and readies itself to receive the light of the day. It had been cold, and the air had been damp and misty. Adam had been walking around the reservoir near his dorm room. He couldn’t sleep, and walking helped him think. He had stopped to lean over the edge and look at the reservoir waters below. It seemed like a long drop, and the walls were so steep, if you fell in there’d be no way to get yourself out. It was at this moment that Adam thought about ending his life. It was a sneaky thought that surprised him with its appearance every now and then. He hated when he thought it, but during this dawn, he allowed himself to imagine what it would be like to throw his body into the reservoir and let the waters consume him. As he was staring into the water, he spotted the vague outline of what looked to be a door, like a submarine hatch. As he was squinting at it, he realized there was someone walking towards him. She was tall and thin with chalky gray skin. She was wearing a long white dress that was too thin and sheer for the season, revealing her small breasts underneath. A white mask covered her face. The mask had a slight smiling expression that made Adam shiver. She stopped an inch from Adam’s face. He should have been able to smell her, feel her breath, or a slight warmness around her, but there was nothing.

Part 2 of 3 to be continued 12/13/15.

It Begins


I’m excited to start this new writing experience. I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Since I was little I’ve dreamed of writing novels, but I never thought about blogging until recently. Writing has always been something I’ve done alone and shared with very few people. I’m a private person, and sharing my writing is something I’ve continually struggled with. I’m hoping that blogging will help me open up and will encourage me to put myself out there.

My educational background is in literary fiction. I’ve been trained to write proper, grounded stories that take place within the realms of reality. However, I don’t think that’s what I want to write anymore. I’ve decided to embrace the weirdness and allow myself to write what I want to write, whether it’s literary or not.

I’ve always enjoyed horror movies and scary stories. There’s something primal and pleasurable about being scared. I find the grotesque and the bizarre interesting and expressive.

Halloween is one of the first horror movies I ever saw, and I think the love of that movie has shaped me as an artist. Examining what moves me as a writer and what I hope to accomplish inspired me to take a few photos in my simple white mask. A classic never goes out of style.


This past week I’ve been working on a story about a time traveling monster. I hope to introduce you to him soon.

With Screams and Axes,