What if you were driving a desolate North Dakota highway in a hundred year storm, and the only other car on the road was…wrong?
Some stories fight to be written. It’s like they won’t rest until they are out among us. This story was like that. It kept gnawing at me until the words, every last one of them, were down on the page. It’s called ‘Blade Man’.
It’s a pretty good read, but I’d recommend reading it with a friend. Preferably one you are very sure about.
Even then, I wouldn’t pick it up at night, and I damn sure wouldn’t read it in the middle of a North Dakota howler.
This is an excerpt from a 16,000 word novella.
