published in the Extreme anthology (2012) by Anec. Independent, NYC

When I first fell, I heard the wind around me, like the rushing of a train along the tracks behind my grandparents’ house in Ohio, but so vast I could hardly imagine any other sound.

excerpt of 1782-word short story, available for publication

The sky was full of smoke. That wasn’t unusual, not anymore.

excerpt from 1872-word short story, available for publication

The boy had no arms. He lived with his mother in a little house on a cliff, and his bedroom window looked over the sea, but he didn’t get to spend much time sighing bitter-sharp breaths of longing.

excerpt from Necromatic: a young adult fantasy novel, available for publication

Jael shivered and walked faster, her feet hardly making a sound as they left boot prints in the ashy dirt. Gray and black, all around her. Limp leaves hung from shriveled branches. A film of soot blocked out the moons. Had all three risen?