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AboutWhen expectations are high, money is tight, love is tainted and stress is ubiquitous, the citizens of Chase County will do anything to make sure they survive. From the deconstruction of a town to frivolous intercourse with strangers, No-Injury Policy explores the dark depths of human nature when social pressures peak. No sooner than the meek taste retribution, however, they encounter the demons that have aided authority figures to the top - demons that refuse to lose control no matter what it takes.
Highlighting the book is the tale "No-Injury Policy", a story set in Raven's Crook's darkest beginnings. Nicholas Tanner finds himself working for the infamous Douglas Lumber Mill in an effort to support his new family. Despite the horrific tales he's heard from the locals, he tries to earn a living and ignore all the demonic signs around him. As a union begins to form, the owner resorts to violent efforts to make sure his company is not controlled by any outsiders. He reveals his more sinister side as Nick is roped into the clandestine group. |
"I sat down with my Kindle and lost myself in a world of deep despair, twisted humanity, and basically hell-on-earth.I became totally immersed in these tales and continued to turn the page, waiting to see what kind horror was contained in the next story."
- PJ Carroll, Lytherus
Stories
"Sleep"After his girlfriend disappears (and a bottle of Ambien), a writer finds himself in the middle of total anarchy as he roams Long Brooke for his lost loved one. |
"The Glass Box"Set in future Long Brooke, our hero serves time for the crime of lust. The punishment: Public Humiliation in the Glass Box. |
"The Passive & The Consequence"A goofy horror story about a man who did nothing and his neighbor who tried to do too much when it came to a murder. |
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"Façade"
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Read "Façade" from No-Injury Policy in its entirety for absolutely free. Two brothers have issues with the ladies. One cannot get enough of them, while the other would rather kill them.
SNIPPET
Nauseating strobes flash through the packed night club and break everyone down into static. My head spins as I try to focus on a blurred blond woman across from me on a curved leather bench. I watch her tap her neon-painted fingernails along the table.
With one hand running along the side of my head, she makes me recoil even before she flashes her cracked grin. This ghost of a woman digs her nails into her face and peels down her flesh. Rather than cartilage or tissue, underneath her skin is a deep blackness with only her eyes and bone structure to reveal.
Some sudden change in motion, I’m to my feet and stumbling backwards across the sticky floor, which is resonant of a good time gone wrong. She stays in her seat, sipping on an Amaretto Sour. She sets her drink on the table and lets the liquid run along her jawbone and out of her throat. Rummaging through her handbag, the blond woman pulls out a pocket mirror and turns it at me.
Her sharp nails clench my wrist and pull me closer, until I can see my reflection. From my forehead to the bridge of my nose, my flesh melts away, developing into a dark abyss much like her own.
Akin to a knife in my chest, a stabbing pain flares my lungs with each rapid breath. I spring upright in my bed at the sound of a loud rapping. My heartbeat echoes around the room; the sound is thumping in my eardrums, as if it derives from my head.
Deep breaths through my nostrils, deep into my lungs, and out of my mouth, I focus in on silencing my erratic sounds. My heartbeat becomes nothing more than an unfamiliar drum in the background. I hear the knocking again.
A curious thought crosses my mind: What if I pretend to be asleep; will it go away?
With one hand running along the side of my head, she makes me recoil even before she flashes her cracked grin. This ghost of a woman digs her nails into her face and peels down her flesh. Rather than cartilage or tissue, underneath her skin is a deep blackness with only her eyes and bone structure to reveal.
Some sudden change in motion, I’m to my feet and stumbling backwards across the sticky floor, which is resonant of a good time gone wrong. She stays in her seat, sipping on an Amaretto Sour. She sets her drink on the table and lets the liquid run along her jawbone and out of her throat. Rummaging through her handbag, the blond woman pulls out a pocket mirror and turns it at me.
Her sharp nails clench my wrist and pull me closer, until I can see my reflection. From my forehead to the bridge of my nose, my flesh melts away, developing into a dark abyss much like her own.
Akin to a knife in my chest, a stabbing pain flares my lungs with each rapid breath. I spring upright in my bed at the sound of a loud rapping. My heartbeat echoes around the room; the sound is thumping in my eardrums, as if it derives from my head.
Deep breaths through my nostrils, deep into my lungs, and out of my mouth, I focus in on silencing my erratic sounds. My heartbeat becomes nothing more than an unfamiliar drum in the background. I hear the knocking again.
A curious thought crosses my mind: What if I pretend to be asleep; will it go away?
"No-Injury Policy"Rumors always surrounded the infamous Douglas Lumber Mill, but nothing could have prepared Nicholas Tanner for what he would find behind Mr. Douglas' office door. |
"Last Stop"A tale about two street thugs who pick the wrong guy to rob on the wrong night.
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"All Things Beautiful"ABOUT
Check out a sample of one of my personal favorites from the collection, "All Things Beautiful." It's about a game of a hide n' seek gone terribly wrong. SNIPPET
Devon rushed to his feet and reached for the handle, but before he could perform his little scare, it turned on its own and clicked. One look at the doorknob and Devon knew something was wrong. |
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EXCLUDED
You can follow the Douglas Demon from the short story "No-Injury Policy" back to my debut horror novel Excluded, a tale about 6 murderers who find themselves locked inside the infamous Douglas Residence.
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One moment Adam Coy holds the lives of a family at the flick of a lighter, and the next someone else holds his inside of the Douglas Residence. Worse, he's not alone.
Five others with similar murderous backgrounds find themselves confined to the Douglas Residence, wondering what will happen next and if the owner of the house is a bigger threat than they are to each other. The Douglas Residence has seen many generations from the rich and respected to the greedy and degenerate.
All six individuals have heard of the stories that made the house infamous in Raven's Crook, Chase County. Their only hope of survival is remaining cohesive. That's assuming there's a chance for survival at all.
Will the house bring them to the same fates of their victims, or will they tear each other apart first?
Five others with similar murderous backgrounds find themselves confined to the Douglas Residence, wondering what will happen next and if the owner of the house is a bigger threat than they are to each other. The Douglas Residence has seen many generations from the rich and respected to the greedy and degenerate.
All six individuals have heard of the stories that made the house infamous in Raven's Crook, Chase County. Their only hope of survival is remaining cohesive. That's assuming there's a chance for survival at all.
Will the house bring them to the same fates of their victims, or will they tear each other apart first?
SNIPPET
Shimmering in the darkness, crystalline beads of rain cascaded down young Liddell Douglas’ black jacket and towards the murky, maroon puddle. He grunted as he fought to remove his father’s collector’s knife out of the other boy’s chest. Douglas watched the boy’s eyes roll backwards into their permanent position. One last expression crossed the boy’s face, one of surprise and confusion.