Jezri is the Muse who whispers into my ears, enters my dreams, and brings the horror that I write.
The Bainbridge Witch
The Second Wave: A Post Apocalyptic Tale
Jezri's Nightmare Books
Saturday, October 16, 2021
Maggie stood outside the door, heart heavy. In hand, the gun she was going to use to end her husband’s life weighed even more. But what wa...
No Zombies Allowed
by Lisa McCourt Hollar They stood in a row; Moon, Walker and the un-named grave. In the light of day it was a curiosity. Tonight would be ...
Cucurbitaceous Revenge Thomas stood in the middle of his field, shaking with rage. Every single one of his pumpkins had been smashed. Pickin...
Saturday, July 25, 2020
The Family Curse
My #FridayFrights entry. The Family Curse By Lisa McCourt Hollar Doctor Frank Stein looked down at the body that l...
Monday, April 13, 2020
An Un-dead Poem
Thursday, April 9, 2020
By Lisa McCourt Hollar Agnes Crumbottom looked up from the book she was reading as the bell ab ove the front door chimed. “Can I help...
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
by Lisa McCourt Hollar Emma read the text message again. It hadn’t changed. Things were still over between her and Steve. She squeezed ...
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