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The Tornit grew out of my deep love for Central New York winters — the kind of winters where you can sit at a window for hours watching the snow blow and fall, shaping the world into something quiet and alive. Snowmobiling, cross‑country skiing, and winter salmon fishing — all part of the long, cold seasons that have shaped my life. Even the simple symmetry of clearing a sidewalk or driveway feels like sculpting something delicate, a rhythm I revisit in Donner Path, arriving in 2027.

This story came from those winters and from a lifelong fascination with bigfoot and the yeti. While researching a winter thriller, I discovered the Alaskan Tornit — a figure rooted in Inuit legend, living just beyond the edges of human settlement. That discovery lit the spark. The Tornit became a way to blend the beauty of winter with the unease of what might be watching from the tree line, turning familiar landscapes into places where folklore breathes just beneath the snow.

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Coming Fall - 2026
Where folklore meets fear.

W a t c h Y o u r S i s t e r
Some doors should never be opened.

The spark for Watch Your Sister came from an unexpected place — a single moment in Insidious: Chapter 2 (2013). The scene with Parker Crane’s mother, delivering that sharp, repeated command — “Don’t you dare!” — carried the same emotional weight as a phrase I heard constantly growing up: “Watch your sister.”

As the youngest of four boys with a sister four‑and‑a‑half years younger, that line shaped my childhood. It was protective, urgent, and sometimes edged with fear — a reminder that responsibility can feel heavier than we realize. That tension became the heartbeat of the story: how a simple command can echo through a family, deepen into memory, and eventually open a door you’re not sure you should step through.

I wrote Watch Your Sister with the hope that its atmosphere and emotional core might someday translate to the screen — as a one‑hour televised episode or an expanded feature film. Some stories feel like they’re already half‑lit; this is one of them

T h e S a n d D e a t h
Silence is never empty.

The Sand Death began with a nightmare — a wall of sand rising like a living thing, swallowing everything in its path. But the story didn’t stay a nightmare for long. It became a way to explore the quiet places where fear and love collide, where helplessness becomes a kind of prayer, and where endurance is measured one breath at a time.

The Sand Wall itself grew into a symbol: the weight of truth, the cost of silence, and the way a single moment can trap a life between hope and despair. The story’s realism comes from the emotional precision behind it — the sense that even in the darkest places, people cling to the ones they love.

What matters most in The Sand Death isn’t the terror, but the humanity inside it. The story confronts the things we bury to survive, the truths we carry alone, and the quiet courage that rises when everything else is stripped away. It’s a confrontation, yes — but also a reminder that even in the deepest silence, something still reaches back.