Jonathan D. Nichols

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. It trickled down his face, from his forehead, across his cheek, and to his arm. Eyes closed, his consciousness...

So it’s almost Halloween, the most awesome time of year, my favorite (better than Christmas), but then again, I’m a horror writer, so I gue...

Ok, I haven't blogged in a while. I haven't posted or updated my website in a while. I haven't written anything new in the real...

The full moon shone down on the snow The man in the white beard Sat in his sleigh and called the name Of his eight strong reindeer ...

Tina slowly opened her eyes and found herself in a dark, stone lair. She lay in a circle of black candles in a round room with a circular f...

Tina screamed from her padded room. The straight jacket held her arms tightly, but she struggled. "Let me out of here! It was her. S...

He held up the lantern and pierced the black pit of darkness. The tunnel leading into the cave went forward a dozen yards then sloped do...