Cabin Fever

It's that time of year. Friggin' winter won't leave, and I just want to get a whole bunch of writing done before Spring. A couple days ago I was like,…

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Progress

I imagine this post is more for me than anybody else, due in part to the fact that nobody reads these except the Google spiders. That's fine. Mainly, I just…

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The Sand Taker – Audio

I am thrilled to inform you that my short story "The Sand Taker" has been recorded in convenient audiobook format, and it is all kinds of ready for YOU to listen to! My pal Jordan Etheredge provided this super amazing narration, and I hope you give it a listen!

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Apex Predator

What's up, Suckas! I did a painting last year called Apex Predator. The painting hangs at the Groundwork Grappling, the Brazilian Jiu Jitsu academy where I train. I've had a…

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The Eighth of June

Last year, my first ever collection of short stories was published. The collection is titled DOOMSDAY FURNACE. It features cover art by the one and only Matt Wajek. One of the stories is called “The Eighth of June,” and since today is the 8th of June, I thought I’d share it. Enjoy! (“Enjoy” may not be the right word…)

Doomsday Furnace short story collection by Brent Michael Kelley - a collection of dark fantasy, sci-fi, new horror, dark humor, and whimsy. Brent Kelley is a horror author who lives in northern Wisconsin.

The Eighth of June

Do you remember where you were when you heard about the Doomsday Cloud? I remember where I was. I was sleeping in my bed, and Paula had stolen most of the blankets. At 3:20 am my cell rang. I am not a reasonable man when awoken from a deep sleep, and I think I woke up swearing.

Nobody calls to chit chat or deliver good news at 3:20 am. If the phone rings then, it’s probably an emergency. It was Izabel, and she was hysterical.

At 4:11 am on August 10th, I walked through the door at Sky Harbor Observatory. The entire place was alive. There was a fearless excitement in the air, and to be a part of that was like nothing I’ve ever known.

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