Standalones

It all begins with an exchange of bodily fluids.

Then, an itch just beneath the skin.

Then, a hot, burning lust that can neither be denied nor satisfied and, before you know it, you’ve chewed halfway through someone’s neck.

You’re Wormfood.

Welcome to the Isle de la Serenidad, a secluded spot where couples and hedonists can experience all the delights of the Pacific. Kevin Miller won a trip for his family, and he’s hoping it’ll be enough to save his marriage. He’s hoping the bitterness and regret can simply wash out with the sun.

His mundane concerns are quickly forgotten when the resort island becomes an isolated trap, his family is separated, and the only thing keeping him sane is his desperate search for a way out.

You thought zombies could just eat you.

Good relationships take a certain kind of magic to succeed, and what Alex Petroya seems to have is the wrong magic.

After his wife Stephanie leaves, Alex has one place left to go: the pink house his parents left to him in Cambria, California. After moving in, he discovers a box filled with unfinished stories Stephanie had written during their marriage.

Could finishing them win her back? Alex decides to try but finds writing is harder than it looks. With help from his brother-in-law, Conner, he learns a simple incantation to increase focus. As Alex writes the stories, they come true, creating strange, unnatural events. Then he gets another idea: he will manipulate the stories further to make Stephanie return to him.

With the incantation and the stories, Alex seems to have tapped into a magical combination. But in the end, he finds there is no magic stronger than that of the human heart.

He’s come to destroy the world.
We beat him to it.

Welcome to a world where you have to suck the KKK for breakfast and people fight for the right to be warehoused. Welcome to a world where television is free just as long as you never turn it off, where opioids are delicious and safe, mostly, where the streets are filled with the bodies of the dead, worms are blessed, and children are tortured for the sake of art.

And into this world awakens Little Mike.
Little Mike is a doll.

Little Mike doesn’t know why he’s woken up. He doesn’t know that he means the end of humankind. He’s too busy being traded for sexual favors, watching Reality TV, and searching for the last shreds of human hope in the same landfill where they’d deposited their decency and their intelligence.