Gordon Brewer

“Hell, would you open your mouth and talk? I’m going nuts and we’re way behind schedule.” My passenger sighed. “What do you want me to say?” Erik Ford asked. “Hell, anything is better than listening to road noise for the last ninety miles,” I smirked. “I’ve been

“Don’t look so miserable, Lee.” “That’s how I look when I need to write a review on a crappy movie like that!” I replied. “Queeny, don’t they have film schools anymore?” Tonya Queen laughed at me, and I eyed her with a smirk. That’s how our

The campfire flickered in the dusk as the small party gathered around it tried to make sense of their day. An acute uneasiness filled the air while one man smoked a cigar watching the two women sitting between two other men. The glow from the fire revealed glances of concern

I hate cemeteries! Not that I buy into ghosts and that crap. No, graveyards have too many shadows. Too many places for the fuck ups of society to hide. Darkness hides the bastards who can ambush you. Shadows can kill you. That’s why I’m slowly took my time,

This is another expanded story based upon one of my horror comics. You can discover the original here. Jamie sat at his desk inside the broadcast studios of WRRG. He yawned, forcing down another sip of bitter, nearly cold coffee as he frantically typed on his keyboard. “Jamie, either get