I've been published in such publications as Suspense Magazine, Lycan Valley Press, The Fictional Cafe, Drunk Monkeys, Red Fez and others. I've currently self published three novels. I plan to release more shorts and novels. Honestly, I'm just a wisp of smoke gliding across the astral plane, purposely creating thoughtful stories to keep you up at night.

When Dimitri Davenport decides to go to a meeting to gather with his favorite conspiracy group things take a dark turn. He finds himself brainwashed, and transformed into a pawn for the infamous Black Horse. Only to discover, not just their deadly plan, but who he actually is, in this tale of survival.

God Wants All of Us

Ripples occurred under each step I took on a fuchsia-aqua laced nebula. Luminous cardinal red running beneath it like an infinite river. A small sun oscillated my area, showcasing the brilliantly lit esoteric universe I arrived in. Medium purple mist shone in the distance, shrouding stars that were falling in sequential order. One at a time, then three, then five. I walked closer, and the ripples went further out into this strange astronomical object. Ken was waiting at the same mahogany table, the chessboard was in the same state as before, with me winning. Aries was still modeled on my queen piece. 


"Do you miss me yet" he whispered, as the words manifested into solid blocks of white letters. I literally dodged his question. 


A group of six feet tall, four feet wide, black-and-white mandalas encircled us as I sat down at the mahogany table. My body felt like a piece of shredded paper held prisoner by a fan. Waving through me, but not able to fly away.


Chapter 22