Anthologies
HOPE: The Thing With Feathers, Edited by B. Morris Allen
In the near future, climate change has already led to the extinctions of most bugs and birds. More human meddling destroys the oceans, which have started releasing enough carbon dioxide to smother all life nearby. As Audrey escapes her apartment building, she finds Tara who’s been left behind. Together, they head inland, as far and as fast as they can. Audrey and Tara must rely on each other for survival–and hope–at the end of the world.
An anthology of speculative fiction, Hope: The Thing With Feathers, released on August 2, 2025. My short story, What We Had Left, explores grief, survival, and love at the end of the world.
Stories to bring hope in dark times. Inspired by Emily Dickinson’s famous poem, these stories each have a feather motif and a hopeful positive ending.
We all go through hardship from time to time and hope is the ineffable force that keeps us going despite it all. In a time when there seem to be more shadows in the world than we remember these are stories to rekindle the light and help us find our path to a better happier future.
As well as being hopeful in tone, these stories from talented science fiction and fantasy writers will bring you to weird and wonderful worlds of imagination — and feathers!
What Lurks: A Cryptid Anthology from Graveside Press
When a flat tire strands Maddie and her sister Shirley on a dark country road surrounded by an endless field of corn, Shirley fears the folkloric corn wolves will come to gobble them up. Maddie doesn’t have time for childish worries; the headlights of their father’s battered pickup truck are rapidly approaching. The cornfield is now their only chance at escape. But between the dense, dark rows, Maddie and Shirley quickly realize their father isn’t the only monster hunting them.
What Lurks: A Cryptid Anthology, released on August 29, 2025. My short story, Cornfield Gothic, asks who the real monsters are in children’s lives.
There’s no solid proof they exist … but the audio recordings and video transcripts, the old journal entries and first-hand accounts and tales passed down through the generations, the evidence can’t be so easily dismissed. You’ll know them by the smell of sulfur and rot, or by the steady ringing in your ears. You’ll hear them knock if you don’t keep that lantern in the window lit or forget to leave an offering. And if you catch it on film … don’t look a second time.
Monsters that were once human … and monsters who want to be. From the deepest parts of Appalachia and the darkest parts of coastal forests, to old rail yards and your very own backyard, there’s always somewhere for them to hide.