A teaser from my upcoming pro-wrestling themed short story “Hells Go to Hell” The roar of […]
Small Things, my best-selling debut dark fantasy novel, is on sale for the next several hours […]
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Carthage, Illinois
As a lot of you know, I grew up in the “real” Carthage, Illinois, the same small […]
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From Joe's writing

Shawn slowly climbed the old wooden stairs, listening to the low creak that sounded from his footsteps. He hoped the wood wouldn’t collapse beneath him. But the stairs held strong and a moment later he joined his friend in the kitchen of the old house, a wave of suffocating humidity washing over them as they stepped deeper into its secrets.

— Small Things, Chapter 16