J.C. Towler feels it is silly to write bios in the 3rd person unless one is British Royalty which he is not.
They baited the trap with a crust of bread because it was the only food left in the house. Patrick huddled behind Leon, soaking up some of his brother’s body heat. Between the anticipation and cold he needed to pee so… Continue Reading
Play this podcast now: Podcast EDF010 — “EF 5” by J.C. Towler, read by J.C. Towler “EF 5” was originally published in EDF on December 18, 2009. J.C. Towler spins tales of mystery, suspense, science fiction and is particularly fond… Continue Reading
“Mommy, I don’t want to go to Mrs. Winter’s.” “But you love Mrs. Winter.” “Mr. Winter scares me.” “Why?” “At nap time Mr. Winter says if we don’t be good and take long naps he’s gonna eat us. Then he… Continue Reading
Cars inched forward like cattle pressing into a slaughterhouse chute. Zack thumped the steering wheel with his fist. Who knew there’d be road work at Dulles International at 5:00 on Friday? He should have left sooner. His white-boy dreadlocks and… Continue Reading
The west is no place for a werewolf, Cheney thought as he sniffed at the tracks of a stagecoach long since passed. His ears swiveled towards the sound of riders approaching on horseback; lips peeled back over teeth glistening at… Continue Reading
Lights dimmed as the red curtain parted before the silver screen. Debby entwined her arm in Kevin’s, snuggling close. He touched her cheek with a buttery finger before grabbing another handful of popcorn. “It’s so nice to get out,” she… Continue Reading