“ He felt a burning on his skin, the secretions the roaches were depositing already beginning to harden like glue. Danny tried to move his hands and fingers, but they were already numb. They were useless”
Following a horrible recurring dream, I had an idea for a short tale which feeds off one of my own fears. I hate insects, spiders and anything that scuttles or slithers.
From that, I crafted Crawlers, a short and gritty tale of an agoraphobic man who’s run-down apartment becomes infested with odd looking cockroaches seemingly intent on driving him mad.
I hope to find a home for Crawlers either in an anthology or magazine publication somewhere.