Crossing the Line
By Thomas R Clark

Scatman sat in the shadows behind the police line, waiting for dinner to take itself out. The falling rain masked his breathing, and the stench of the place covered his own. You don’t shit where you eat, the old adage said. Unless your name is Scatman, in which case you eat where you shat.

For most people, some things are better left unseen by those possessing any moral compass. They’re the shit-stained skeletons in your closet. Like the bottom of a car, pitted and rusted. The interior of a septic tank filled with years of crap and piss. Or any of your relatives fucking. And then there’s the location of a murder, something altogether in a league of its own.

Despite the circumstances surrounding its inception, all murder scenes come to the same conclusion. They’re tantamount to a pile of crap. They’re wretched…

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GOOD BOY
By Thomas R Clark

If Shakespeare wrote horror …

Synopsis

“I bite, I shake, I pull, and I tear. It’s how I fight, and today it’s how I die.”

The brain worm plague decimated the human population, destroying civilization as man knew it. Infected animals turned into bloodthirsty killing machines, spreading the diseased worms animating their bodies.

A year later, an intrepid Jack Russell Terrier leads a diverse fellowship of animal companions struggling to stay alive in this apocalyptic world. When the safety of their lair is compromised, the motley pack embarks on a dangerous journey to find a new home.

They soon learn infected squirrels and bats aren’t the only threats in this horrifying new world, where only the cunning and strong will endure. But the biggest fight of all will be the importance of having …

A name.

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