News — Short Story

Happy Friday Night Worms! This weekend I’m on vacation at this adorable cabin in the middle of the woods. Before you ask, yes, I am keeping an eye out for hauntings in the woods and also for murderers while I’m at this secluded location. I did bring 16 books with me, because who doesn’t bring too many books on vacation? One of them is Dead Leaves, a seasonal collection of short stories by Kealan Patrick Burke. I actually just finished the last story on the drive here and let me tell...

Cal and Becky DeMuth, a brother and sister driving across the United States to arrange the adoption of Becky’s unborn child. Passing through Kansas they encounter a dilapidated church and hear a child calling from the long grass nearby. The child sounds in trouble and the DeMuth’s natural disposition as do-gooders leads them to believe they can help the child out of the grass. However, shortly after the child cries out for help he is scolded by his mother for attempting to lead strangers into the grass. Events only become...

Happy Friday, worms! This week I wanted to ramble for a second about Dear Laura by Gemma Amor. Our fearless leader and everyone’s horror mother figure, Sadie aka @mother.horror told me I needed this book and then basically forced me to read it immediately so we could talk about it. She hasn’t let me down with a book recommendation yet and this was no exception. I received the book, started and finished reading it in just about two and a half hours, the entire time messaging Sadie in all caps about different parts of the...

It's time for an author spotlight! In this photo are some long-time favorite authors and some new-to-me authors that I'd like to shine a bright light on and encourage readers to buy, read and promote their books!

Ania Ahlborn- Ania is a long-time favorite. The first book I read was, BROTHER and it floored me. I binge-read it in one day. I clearly remember trying to cook food on the stove while holding the book and reading at the same time. If you haven't read any of her work, start there and then work...

The Magic Puddle

A short story by Beth Griffith

“Thirteen years old,” Grandma grumbled. “Just a girl pushing out his big head. Now look at me! Damn near 50, raisin’ my grandsons. How much money does he give me? Room and board and feedin’ these bottomless stomachs... how much money?” She looked at her grandsons sternly, one hand on her bony hip. They had heard this speech many times before. They knew not to answer. “Seventeen dollars and sixty three cents.” She hissed out the figure. “How am...