Award-winning novelist Bram Stoker Award finalist, 9 novels with Penguin Random House and Simon & Schuster. Wrote for SPAWN and BattleTech
“Date Night” Scenes: Why Calm Moments Matter
(And Why They're Not the Plot)
Scissors
A micro horror story.
Scissors - a short horror story
His mother always cut his hair. From the time he was very, very little to now, when he was a determined and energetic six year old who would fight dragons in the back yard with a wooden sword crafted by his father. But his father was gone now, and James didn’t understand. He didn’t understand the yelling and screaming that he’d heard from Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom the last several weeks. He didn’t know who “Sandra” was, because that wasn’t his mother’s name. Her name was Annie. He sat still n...
Scissors - a short horror story
His mother always cut his hair. From the time he was very, very little to now, when he was a determined and energetic six year old who would fight dragons in the back yard with a wooden sword crafted by his father. But his father was gone now, and James didn’t understand. He didn’t understand the yelling and screaming that he’d heard from Mommy and Daddy’s bedroom the last several weeks. He didn’t know who “Sandra” was, because that wasn’t his mother’s name. Her name was Annie. He sat still n...
Grandma Was Batman
You think you know somebody...
Grandma Was Batman
My grandmother spraypainted trains. On the street she was known as Batman, because so few people knew who she was or what she did. Kind of like Banksy, maybe. What she did was not tagging, not according to her (I would learn later from her peers). Tagging is gross and uncivilized, she said. She was an artist, and so are the other train painters. They don’t do it for money or public acclaim, they do it to both beautify and to rebel. Grandma was seventy. To the rest of the world, she was a shor...
Grandma Was Batman
My grandmother spraypainted trains. On the street she was known as Batman, because so few people knew who she was or what she did. Kind of like Banksy, maybe. What she did was not tagging, not according to her (I would learn later from her peers). Tagging is gross and uncivilized, she said. She was an artist, and so are the other train painters. They don’t do it for money or public acclaim, they do it to both beautify and to rebel. Grandma was seventy. To the rest of the world, she was a shor...
You Will Play Until I Say You Stop
Horror micro-fiction from Bram Stoker Award finalist Tom Leveen
You Will Play Until I Say You Stop
Horror micro-fiction from Bram Stoker Award finalist Tom Leveen
I'm From Phoenix, Arizona, and Lots of Other Places
Understanding your "Location" reveals a lot about who you are.
I'm From Phoenix, Arizona, and Lots of Other Places
Understanding your "Location" reveals a lot about who you are.
Please Tell Your Author Friends About NFTs
One author recently made roughly $30,000 USD in under 60 seconds by selling an NFT novel. Authors: You don't have to like crypto or NFTs. You don't have to buy crypto or NFTs. You really better at least understand the technology behind NFTs in particular, because it certainly looks like they are here to stay. And the major publishers are paying attention. *Lots* of attention. What rights will you be signing away when you get that literary agent? Does that shiny new agent, herself, u...
Please Tell Your Author Friends About NFTs
One author recently made roughly $30,000 USD in under 60 seconds by selling an NFT novel. Authors: You don't have to like crypto or NFTs. You don't have to buy crypto or NFTs. You really better at least understand the technology behind NFTs in particular, because it certainly looks like they are here to stay. And the major publishers are paying attention. *Lots* of attention. What rights will you be signing away when you get that literary agent? Does that shiny new agent, herself, u...
You Will Play Until I Say You Stop
collect:// It crept from the dollhouse on spiderlegs, too many joints, too many limbs. Alexandra watched it first in fascination then with a growing dread that made her kidneys shrivel. She’d named the doll Admordeo, a name which had merely slipped into her mind the moment the porcelain-cotton thing had been placed into her hands by her odd Aunt Chelsea. Aunt Chelsea, who favored the macabre in her dress, her entertainment, and her thought. But Admordeo was a mouthful, just like Alexendra, so...
You Will Play Until I Say You Stop
collect:// It crept from the dollhouse on spiderlegs, too many joints, too many limbs. Alexandra watched it first in fascination then with a growing dread that made her kidneys shrivel. She’d named the doll Admordeo, a name which had merely slipped into her mind the moment the porcelain-cotton thing had been placed into her hands by her odd Aunt Chelsea. Aunt Chelsea, who favored the macabre in her dress, her entertainment, and her thought. But Admordeo was a mouthful, just like Alexendra, so...
Give Yourself This Break:
Howdy! I’m Tom, and this is my first post on Mirror. I’m choosing to go with some super-fast fiction for you, something to give you a break, and -- I believe -- a smile. May you be well! SUNRISE by Tom Leveen collect:// Sammi, with a heart to dot the I, walked toward sunset. Or was it sunrise? No, sunset. The city grew dark around her as she walked. Dark, and cold. She wasn’t dressed for it. Her 10-hole black Docs and fuzzy socks kept her feet dry as she inexorably splashed through puddles th...
Give Yourself This Break:
Howdy! I’m Tom, and this is my first post on Mirror. I’m choosing to go with some super-fast fiction for you, something to give you a break, and -- I believe -- a smile. May you be well! SUNRISE by Tom Leveen collect:// Sammi, with a heart to dot the I, walked toward sunset. Or was it sunrise? No, sunset. The city grew dark around her as she walked. Dark, and cold. She wasn’t dressed for it. Her 10-hole black Docs and fuzzy socks kept her feet dry as she inexorably splashed through puddles th...
