Stephen A. Roddewig
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Author of A Bloody Business and the Dick Winchester series. Proud member of the Horror Writers Association 🐦⬛
Also a reprint mercenary. And humorist. And road warrior. And Felix Salten devotee.
And a narcissist:
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In Him, We Know Freedom. Runner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge.
Now available in print in It's All in my Mind, a collection of stories about psychological horror, and published in Issue 5 of the online magazine 7th-Circle Pyrite. This story is also featured on MetaStellar's website.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Horror
The Rising Sun. Runner-Up in the Improbable Paradise Challenge.
Beneath, soft white sand. Behind, birds and monkeys chattered, already awake in the pale gray of false dawn. In front, waves broke upon the coral reefs. To the left, a bottle of Kill Devil Hills rum rested against his thigh, its cork long lost and its contents mostly absent. To the right, a cigarette burned lazily between his fingers.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Fiction
Looking from the Depths
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. It had been a favorite place for all these months. Or was it years? Time had less meaning when the seasons stuttered to a halt and the routines fell by the wayside.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Horror
Mittsie and the Candelabra
This is one of my earliest memories. I was in the living room of our home, the one my parents bought right before I was born and has been in the family for the past 27 years. My mom was on the couch watching some TV program. I don’t recall which show it was.
By Stephen A. Roddewig3 years ago in Petlife
Lurking Shadows
Now available in print in Malice from Dragon Soul Press and Memento Mori: Remember the Dead from Pulp Cult. *** The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. As the sun rose, the candle reached the end of its wick and fizzled out. The weather-stained door swung open, and a man emerged. He took a deep breath and smiled as the crisp autumn air worked its way through his lungs.
By Stephen A. Roddewig4 years ago in Horror
