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I write horror. At least, that's what I call it. You might read it and say that it is a thriller, or a dark fantasy, or a mystery, and I think that is what is most exciting about writing stories. I get to create a world. And if I am good enough, I can convince you to live there while the pages are still turning. From fairytales, to mythology, to what's going on in the real world, I find inspiration everywhere. That is what I enjoy. And that is what I want to share with you. Because monsters don't just live in the darkness. They live inside the deepest corner of our souls in the places we refuse to see.


"The clockwork of the seasons had brought the longest night of the year around again. Balmy nights with cicada calls had turned crisp and chill and the trees summer wardrobe of green foliage dried out, floating away on the brisk winds laying a carpet for autumn. It was October, the pumpkin spice bringer, and this night was Halloween, the god of candy and marketing. There would be parties, trick-or-treating, rituals, and perhaps a bit of trouble from the neighboring teens, all in the name of fun. Paul could remember the days when he would have found smashing a pumpkin or two the highlight of his Halloween, but those days were long gone."

 - Welcome to the Underground Circus

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