And the Winner is…


It was a close race, with Trapped pulling ahead in the last couple days to take the win (by one vote). Fan favourite story, Summer’s Friend had the lead since the start, and seemed like a lock. In fact, I was so sure that it was going to win, that I had already started coming up with some ideas for the follow-up (Maybe one day, I’ll explore those ideas). But, a final few votes turned the tide, and Trapped came out on top.

Trapped 2 (definitely not going to be called that) will be available for your reading pleasure right here in the early summer.

Thanks to everyone who took the time to vote!


From the Page to the Stage…again

A couple months ago (May 12th to be exact) I was privileged enough to have one of my stories, Relict (found here:  ), preformed by the theatre group Sho Art, Spirit and Performance. Although people are always reading my stories, it is quite rare to hear one read back to me, especially in a theatrical sort of way, so as you can imagine, it was a real thrill for me.

I guess my twisted tale left an impression on the group as they have decided to tackle another one of my stories. This time, they are doing one of my favorites, Summer’s Friend, which can be found in the Space Between Houses collection.

So if you are free on Tuesday, July 14th at 8pm, then head over to 1078 Drouillard Ave and be entertained. (Also, just an fyi, they serve wine and beer!)10997282_10153232997512556_2357815467399740737_n

Les Petits Peurs

For the entire month of May, I posted a brand new, 100 words or less, horror story on my Facebook author page. I called the preoject Les Petits Peurs.

It was a real challenge and had me scrambling more than once to come up with something. Alas, I made it through, and here for the first time are all 31 stories collected together.



With my bags packed and waiting, I take one last walk around my room before checking out.

The best thing about being on the thirty-fourth floor in downtown Toronto is the view. Looking out at the buildings surrounding me, I notice a face print on the glass.

I chuckle as I picture the previous guest squishing their mug against the window to see as much of the city as possible. You’d think I would have noticed it yesterday though.

With a shrug, I wipe the pane with my sleeve, and I realize, the face print is on the outside.



She got out of her car and started walking down the street. Blood soaked through the front of her dress, her panties hung limply around one ankle.

She did not want to look back at the car, but fear of the unknown was a force, and she found herself peeking over her shoulder as she walked. Inside, something moved. A hand, a face, briefly—horribly—illuminated by the interior lights.

She wanted to run, but her body had betrayed her. The thing she had birthed was going to catch her.



The boy was in his treehouse when the light shot across the night sky. His heart racing, he climbed down the ladder and ran through the field towards his house.

The door was open, just as he’d left it. Careful not to wake his parents (they’d kill him if they knew he was up), he tip-toed to his brother’s room.

“Hey, Tommy,” he whispered as he opened the door.

Inside he found his brother being dissected by thin, gray men. He tried to flee, but when they looked at him, he lost the will. The door closed softly behind him.



The water sent an instant chill through his body. His breath escaped in a swarm of bubbles which raced for the surface.

Even in the murk, he could see the muddy cloud flowing from the gash in his arm. The water was infested with sharks. It wouldn’t be long before they came.

He struggled upward until his head broke through the waves.

In the distance, Continue reading

Hey, I’m Writing a Novel (pt. 3)

“Technology can be our best friend, and technology can also be the biggest party pooper of our lives. It interrupts our own story, interrupts our ability to have a thought or a daydream, to imagine something wonderful, because we’re too busy bridging the walk from the cafeteria back to the office on the cell phone”

-Stephen Spielberg

Like my good friend Steve says, cell phones are not always the best thing in the world, and when it comes to writing horror, they are pretty much the worst.

Imagine if you will, what some of our favourite horror stories would look like with the simple addition of a cell phone.


“Hello, animal control? Yeah, this is Donna Trenton calling. So, listen, I’m at the Camber house…yeah, that’s them, and anyways, there’s a big ass dog running around out here. Oh, good! I was worried there for a minute. I’ll just stay in my car until you get here. Thanks.”

Nightmare on Elm St.

Tina: It was so scary, Nancy. He was all burned up and had knives for hands.

Nancy: Cray cray! Let me look that up.

Nancy googles it on her phone.

Nancy: Well, when I put in all that stuff, I got a bunch of newspaper articles about some creepy pedo that used to live around here. It says he disappeared or something when we were just little kids. Hold on, maybe my mom knows something.

Nancy texts her mom.

Ma do you know a guy named freddy kruger????

OMG I haven’t heard that name in years. Me and the other parents killed him 🙂


Nancy: Yeah, our parents totally killed him. I guess he found a way into our dreams. Hold on, I’m gonna look up dream therapy.

The Blair Witch Project

“I threw that fucking map into the river!”

“No worries, my phone has GPS.”

That’s just a few. But basically, every classic horror story would be radically different if they had cell phones in them. Part of what makes horror stories great is that nothing is convenient for the protagonist. And if there is one thing that cell phones are, is convenient. The other thing cell phones are, is plentiful. You can’t throw a stone these days without hitting a person talking/texting/surfing/tweeting/snap-chatting/etc. on a cell phone.

While planning my novel, I quickly realized that the story wouldn’t work if there was even one operational cell phone (seriously, the story would end at chapter 2!). Luckily, there was already a plot point in place that could easily explain why the cell phones in the story would be rendered useless.

Still though, this whole cell phone thing had weighed on my mind so much that I even considered (for a short time) changing the time period of the novel to take place in the 80’s. It would be very easy to do and wouldn’t change the overall story that much. But, on the flipside, having it set thirty years ago wouldn’t do anything to serve the novel either (other than not having to deal with modern technology). So, after a bit of consideration, as well as getting the opinion of fellow writer Ben Van Dongen (who is hard a work on his own debut novel. Check out his trials and tribulations here: ) I decided to just deal with the damn things, because the fact is, we can’t put the cellular genie back into the bottle.

Novel: Untitled

Word count: 11400

Chapters: 10

New Story!

Hopefully if you are a frequent viewer of my blog, then you also take some time to check out Adventure Worlds. If not, don’t worry, you can also start now lol.

There is a new post every Monday and guess what? This Monday was my turn. The story is called Relict. It is a horror/thriller story and, fun fact, was written almost entirely on my phone.

So head over to and give it a read.

Let me know what you think.