About me

I've been writing stories for years. I think I'm a good writer and I'm willing to bet you'll feel the same way. So here they are. Enjoy them, comment on them, tell your friends about'em, reblog them, retweet them, reread them. I have four stories in my archive so far:
"One day on the Mountain", a story of Lycanthropy, a father, and a son.
"The Boy", a story of a very ambitious and sociopathic fifth grade boy.
"The Easy Girl, A story of infidelity and unpaid sexual debts. This story is very dark.
"Brick The Mighty", a story of an aging superhero.
Although this is primarily a blog of horror, I also write about things that are important to me. I have more stories tucked away; they just need editing. There's even a few novels. There will be more to come.
PS. Feel free to leave a comment. I love comments.

Thursday, 23 February 2012

So I got approached by a holy roller


  1. I can't F'n stand those people. Who do they think they are, especially knocking on people's doors?! When I see them walking around in my neighborhood, most of the time they're wearing all black. The day of the earthquake on the east coast, some idiot was going door to door giving out business cards that had some religious verse on it; I found one on my doormat.

  2. When they come to my door, I just tell them I'm not religious and thank them politely.

    Funny thing is, a certified Jesus Christ/Latter-day Saints missionary is called an elder. So when I'm on the bus I sometimes see these 19 year-old kids with name tags saying 'Elder Todd,' or 'Elder Tim.'