I wrote this story for an anthology about art and horror.  I have no idea why it didn’t end up in that book.  There was another book like that - HWA’s DARK ARTS - and I was in that, but it was a different story.  This one popped into my head pretty much full blown, and it’s strange.  A lot of my stories tend to take a sort of literary high-road into the surreal.  I’ve found that these are the stories that leave an impression on readers the longest, but also the stories that people either hate, or love - no in between.

I feel a strong connection to the work, so I’m including it here.  Also including it because I’ve only been paid for one of the three Darkside stories I’ve sold and had published, and this way I can claim a little financial gain from it.  I would also like to see it get a larger circulation and readership to find more of those readers who love this kind of writing.

Read a short excerpt here…