Feud
A shotgun blast broke the stillness of the dusty July morning.
We Take You to a Breaking News Story
This is another expanded story based upon one of my horror comics.
The Dweller
Unneeded
Reissue from Morbid Ink
The Dweller
Chapter 8
Cell 4B3
The guard flipped the small cover shut after she looked in on Owen Price. The prisoner leaned back against the wall, adjusting his position while he waited for his execution. Between his fingers, a cigarette slowly burned, which he occasionally took a drag from. Surprisingly, his hands weren’t shaking
A Cursed Land
“I’m so thirsty,” the knight mumbled to himself.