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.


The Summoning



Sometimes I struggle as a woman writer in the Horror genre. I feel as a woman, people have different expectations of my characters and my writing. People have said my narrative voice is very “cold and masculine” and find it odd that I don’t write like a woman. I’m not exactly sure what that’s supposed to mean. All I can do is stay true to my writing and my voice.


I want to embrace the idea of being a female horror writer. I want to find power and strength in this. I want to turn the clichés and the tropes we still see in Horror on their heads and write about characters of all races, genders and sexual orientations. I want to tell new and interesting stories. This may put some people off. Well, good riddance to them.

Since joining Instagram to promote my blog, I’ve been getting a lot of questions about my face. People want to know why I wear a mask and why I won’t show them my face. The short answer is this:

My face is mine. My sexuality is mine. I don’t care if you find me attractive or unattractive; attractiveness is not the point of my work. I don’t wish to be sexualized. I want to scare, I want to intrigue and I want to create dark images that speak to my writing.


Now, there are many women out there who show their faces and pose nude on social media. I have much respect for what these women are doing and how they’re claiming their bodies and their sexuality by putting it out there. I respect their bodies and their sexuality and I’m happy they can feel beautiful and empowered by the images they share of themselves. I follow many women who do this and enjoy seeing the powerful images they post. I however, feel empowered by keeping my sexuality and my face hidden.

If I were a man, no one would be asking me to take off my mask so they can see my pretty face…

I hope my readers can continue to respect my mystery, and my writing.

This weeks Quick Fix Horror is a continuation of last weeks, with new characters in the mix. I hope you enjoy it.

With Screams and Axes,





Mason stared at the brown paper bag on the kitchen counter which was leaking a pinkish fluid all over the marble, even though he had asked the butcher to double wrap it. The summoning spell had been vague about its requirements, but “fresh heart” had been on the list. Mason hadn’t been sure if this meant a human heart, or if any animal heart would be accepted. He was going to start his attempt with a cow heart and see if that took. He had spent months contacting professors in Rome, Berlin and Egypt who specialized in Ancient Theological texts, pleading for their help. He had read countless books on old gods and goddess, and had read the Bible, the Quran and the Torah multiple times looking for some speck of information on what he was after. After all his research and reading he had compiled a short stack of papers that easily fit into a slim manila folder, a compilation of all known history and instruction on summoning the demon. A demon whose name he didn’t know, that could only be summoned in a manner which wasn’t totally clear, to take revenge on the man who had destroyed Mason’s family.

He opened up the bag and looked down at the cow heart, big, red and slick. His stomach turned as he thought about how later he would be cutting this heart into tiny bits and consuming it raw as a show of worthiness to his demon.

“I’ve lost my mind,” he said aloud. He knew it was the truth. Because one had to be mad to do such a thing as he was planning on doing this evening.