Sign of the Rose

Hey everyone! Sorry for being gone so long – I'm going to try to get back on top of posting – but I return with exciting news! My short story, "Sign of the Rose," has been published by Crimson Streets, who also published "The Lazarus Riddle." It's a Victorian-era murder mystery which I'm quite proud of.... Continue Reading →


First of all, I want to apologize for the lack of activity over the past month. A combination of work, lack of energy, and writer's block led to the least productive writing month of my life. Hopefully I can get things back on track for the New Year. Secondly, I'm excited to announce the publication... Continue Reading →

Her Last Garden Party

On a cool spring day, Lady Esmeralda Miles held her last garden party. The guests sat in the shadow of the tree. Her sister's widower, his tie askew, breath stinking like a brewery. Her three daughters. One quiet, but shooting bitter looks when she thought Esmeralda couldn't see. One trying to hide the bump under... Continue Reading →

“The Lying Detective” is actually the episode that doomed Sherlock

Sherlock's Series 4 has been, rightfully, criticized, both by Rotten Tomatoes certified critics and little wordpress group blogs. But there's been a running theme of positivity amidst all the criticism: The second episode, "The Lying Detective," was a strong episode bookended by poor ones. I'm here to tell you that "The Lying Detective" actually doomed... Continue Reading →

The Missing Phone

"Last night," the woman said, "Miss Amelia Edwards went missing immediately after leaving her office." Victoria leaned forward, studying her two visitors: one man, one woman, both in black suits. Government service was written all over them: the office-chair postures, the cut of their clothes, the silenced pistols tucked into their coats. "And you want... Continue Reading →

The Pearls

"I remember one day..." Mrs. McCallum stroked her cat with a wrinkled hand. "Father sat with me at his side and I listened to him play while Mother danced... We'd lost so much, but we still clung onto those pearls." Victoria Burton sighed. "Please try to remain focused. No extraneous details." "They were stolen." Victoria... Continue Reading →

Cold Storage

When Marcus had followed his uncle into the business of butchery, taking a small job in the shop, he thought he was prepared for the reality of the job: the blood, the smell, the mess. The day Mackie had walked into the shop, he'd known he was wrong. "We have another one for you to... Continue Reading →

Front Page

Even after all his meticulous planning, reporter John Clark hadn't been prepared for the bullet that tore through him. The gangsters picked up his body and began to haul it away, oblivious to the small clicks of the camera's automatic timer. John's pictures would end up on the front page after all, with his name... Continue Reading →

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