This past year I've been writing on a lot of different projects, including several short stories that I plan to release over the next few months. This week, for Halloween, I'm releasing my latest 2 short stories as eBooks.
The Dealer of Needs:
On the front line of the nation’s War on Drugs, undercover vice cop Alex Decker walks a thin line between upholding the law and battling his own addiction. Entering the shadowy underworld of East LA, Decker searches for a legendary dealer who can fulfill anyone’s needs. But every vice has a terrifying price.
I’ve worked on this short story off and on for a number of years. With Alex Decker, I’ve explored a character who is very different than me. He had a horrific childhood, got involved in a street gang at a young age, got saved by a priest, and then became an undercover narcotics cop living in the dark underworld of junkies and drug dealers. Now Decker is hooked on a new drug called “glimmer” that’s so addictive, he’ll do anything to get his hands on some--even go into the worst part of LA to seek out the mysterious dealer who created the drug. This story was inspired by my love of supernatural stories by H.P. Lovecraft and Clive Barker.
The Jack-‘O-Lantern Man:
Every few years, on Halloween night, a legendary bogeyman stalks the rural town of Millcreek. For ten-year-old Corey Wilkes, tonight will be one filled with terror as he fears the killer is creeping through the darkness of his house. Will Corey and his family be the next ones slaughtered?
I first wrote The Jack-‘O-Lantern Man back in 1990, when I was in college. It’s based on all my childhood fears of the dark and a couple of true experiences where I had thought an intruder had broken into our house when my dad was out of town and it was just me, my mom and my sister. We heard a loud banging sound coming from the kitchen. I was about twelve and considered "the man of the house" when my dad was away on his trips. After hearing the strange noise, I grabbed a baseball and searched the house with my mom and sister behind me. I turned on lights as I went, but every room ahead of me was pitch dark and I had this strong fear that I was going to confront an intruder and that he’d have a butcher knife. We got to the kitchen but no one was there. In the adjoining dining room, which was pitch dark, we had these double slatted doors that were partially open. I crept toward them and peered through the cracks where the doors were hinged to the threshold. I saw a shadowy shape there that looked like a man holding a bat, ready to clobber me as soon as I entered the dining room. I remember my heart racing. I thought my family and I were going to die that night. The shadowy shape behind the door turned out to be a metal hutch that was curved and had a prong sticking up that I had mistaken as a bat. We never did find the source of the banging. I learned that night that a boy who watches a lot of horror movies can scare himself half to death with his imagination. This and another experience where I felt someone grab my feet while I was sleeping inspired me to write a story from ten-year-old Corey’s fear that a bogeyman was inside his house. I’m releasing the short story in time for Halloween.