Saturday, February 25, 2012


   Here is a sample of my latest ROADSIDE CAFE. If you like it just click the link below and it will take you to the page. If you like your horror mixed with quirky characters and a little humor this may be for you. 
I've been told this story is a lot of fun
A novelette and it's only 0.99

  Johnny Bible and his wife Cheryl had absolutely no idea what they were driving into that afternoon they stopped at that little café just inside of Richmond Indiana.
    “I’ve never seen so many dead cats,” Cheryl said. “This is disgusting.”
    He rolled the window up. “And they stink to high heaven.”
     “I think you’re gonna have to pull over. I’m going to be sick.”
     It wasn’t just the cats. There were also several large black birds scattered in the middle of the road and their tires felt each one as they drove over them. They could hear the crackling of the bones followed by a slight popping sound as blood gushed out of them.
    “Just hold on I’m pulling over. You can’t be puking in our new car.”
    “Oh forget the car. Just pull over.”
    She flung the door open while the car was still in motion stuck her head out and let it rip.
    “Feel better?”
    She wiped her chin with a napkin. There was a small chunk of potato from the night before caught in her throat. She hawked it up and spit it out.
    “I think that’s it for now. Man this is so gross” To her right there was a dead raccoon with its head smashed to the road. “How much further?”
    “He looked at her and smiled. “Not much. About eighty miles give or take. Why?”
    “We gotta get out of here or something. Maybe get something to eat. I’m getting hungry now.”
   She must’ve read his mind. One of many special talents women possess after they’ve been married for twenty years.
   “Me to.”
   Up ahead there was the blue information sign with all the gas stations.  Following behind that was a sign which read ROADSIDE CAFÉ.
   “Looks like that’s our spot.”
   “Good. I could use a break.”
   “A break?  I’m the one doing all the driving.”
   “You know what I mean. Just anywhere but here.”
   “We’ll check this place out besides we’re down to a quarter of a tank.
    Cheryl smiled and patted her husband’s shoulder. “By the way honey. You remember what day this is?”
    Oh yes. He thought. It was time to play the game. He could tell by the tone of her voice she thought he’d forgotten. He had a special night set up for them at the hotel. He just wanted to get to where he needed to be. He wasn’t going to say anything and just let it all be a surprise but she made it a point to bring it up. He guessed it was her way of confirming he didn’t really forget and that he had at least planned on something. To her it didn’t have to be big but a nice dinner out would be nice. Even a card with a nice poem like he used to do would’ve been enough.
    As they approached the exit there was one gas station on the sign and an arrow point to the right toward the Roadside Café.
    “Looks like we’re getting off at the happening exit.” He said.
    “Doesn’t look like there’s much here.”
    “Just that diner. You still want me to get off or you want to keep driving and try to find something better?”
    “No. Let’s get off. We don’t know how much further it is to the other exit and I really need something to eat. Sometimes these small places have the best food.”
    “You’re right.” He was reminded of the small diner they stopped at in the northern portion of New York somewhere around a place called Deposit. The place only had about five tables and chairs in the center and four booths along the side wall. The floors were wood and the walls were filled with pictures of hard working lumberjacks who frequented often along with some other pictures of a pumpkin festival they had every year. The place didn’t look like much from the outside but the omelets and fried potatoes he had was out of this world.  He would even venture to say the fried potatoes were as good as what they’d had in Kentucky. And to him that good ole fashioned food as he often liked to call it made in the heart of Kentucky was hard to beat.
    A long and narrow gravel road led to the diner which sat back out of view from the highway. It was one of those places that had been there for decades and was once a hopping bopping place back in the day before the highway was built. But given the way things have built up over the years the old diner now stands forgotten.
    “Looks like a dump,” Cheryl said.
    He shook his head and grinned, “Sometimes these places are the best. You never know. It’s like judging a book by its cover.”

Sunday, February 19, 2012

If you like your horror on the tongue and cheek side with quirky characters you may want to give my new novelette a try. Johnny Bible and his wife have absolutely no idea what they are getting themselves into when they decide to stop at a little cafe. Poor lost souls.