Award-winning Author & Consulting Storyteller
Cemetery Dance Epilogue OrUpon the Death And Burial of My Father For Dad The McKenzie Cemetery is old and dusty, and filled with the sounds of the West Texas chaparral pasture. To reach its century and a half old rocky fence, you turn off a blacktop Texas highway that rolls on and on, connecting San…
In memory of my late grandfather-
Pa Max
by C.S. Humble “I prayed, father. I lifted up to God my heart, which I prayed he would mend. I prayed until my lips were dry with my protestations against the wicked, devils, and their agents.Fervently, father, I prayed. Until my hair was damp, my brow beaded with sweat. I blessed my enemies with a…
My thanks to the folks at Horror Bound who gave a wonderful review of A RED WINTER IN THE WEST! He writes: There were plenty of surprises and twists throughout as well, always keeping the reader guessing about who was the next to go or who to trust. I would gladly recommend this book, either…
I was talking to my mom, who had called to wish me a happy birthday. I thanked her and said, “37 is a nice, sharp number.” Birthday year celebrations are wonderful little social markers. A way the entire community, born-into or chosen, circles a person and says, “We are glad you are here.” The community…
With all my thanks to Sam Lotfi of DC Comics
It is Christmas morning in Eastland, Texas. The year is 1996. My maternal grandfather and grandmother are still alive. My siblings and cousins and I are sitting in a living room that faces the southern edge of Lake Leon. We are surrounded by innumerable packages, all of them wrapped in shining gossamer paper, piled high…
It is a dangerous proposition to wax nostalgic about the American tradition in the 21st century. As a national community, we don’t care much for the company of each other. It’s like we’ve all overstayed our welcome at Thanksgiving, the conversations turned political, the Cowboys lost, and someone dropped Grandma’s seventy-five-year old recipe for mashed…
It is not self-aggrandizing to say, nor is it meant to be boastful, when I tell you that I have a deep and abiding love for you. If we’ve known each other for years and consider ourselves thick as thieves, or if you befriended me just because we met a long time ago, I want…
Thanks so much to the Author’s Reviews for reading THE MASSACRE AT YELLOW HILL. They loved it! Humble shows great talent for writing scary, creepy stories that might make it a bit hard to sleep when the lights flick off. His storytelling is polished and moves along nicely. If you are looking for a scary…