9,000,000 Different Senses was published in Night2Dawn issue 5. This was the final issue of Night2Dawn, and can only be purchased directly from the publisher.
Do you ever get that feeling that you are not in your body? Do you ever get that feeling that your body isn’t you, that it’s just this bag of flesh and fat and bone that you are somehow trapped inside, looking out? I used to feel that way all the time; the strange detachment from what was happening all around me, the effortless disconnection from …

The Longest Day was written for the alt.fiction.original newsgroup, just to prove that I can do funny (sometimes) as well as scary …
Judgement day was full of surprises.
Firstly, there was the moon of blood. Only the astrologers cared at first, until Coca-Cola found a way to trace their corporate logo across the scarlet disk with a high powered white laser light.
Then the sky went black, leaving the entire world under the dull red light of the blood moon. Photographers were mildly encouraged that the afterlife might resemble a dark room, …

This poem was originally published on the WordRiot website.
This is my fifth milkshake,
I should really exercise more,
she isn’t coming.
I should have brought a book with me,
something intelligent, something cool,
she isn’t coming.
I should have offered to meet her somewhere else,
somewhere with reservations,
she isn’t coming.
I wonder if people are looking at me.
I wonder if they know
she isn’t coming.

The victim waited in darkness and silence. It was faceless and formless, without past or present. Yet, the victim infinitely preferred the nothingness of the void to what it knew inevitably come after. Time did not exist here, yet the victim was aware that the void would give way, must give way, to the other world and that the time of the other world was passing. And so, it came and would come inexorably after. In the other world they were moving; they were living and thinking their dark, soul-born …