Steve Vernon

The roots of evil run deeper than you can ever imagine....

Welcome to the hard streets....

Ghost stories. Everyone knows one. Everyone can tell you one. Ghost stories haunt and linger and tantalize....

This is a collection for the seriously messed up minds of all you listeners who have grown tired of the trite detritus of day-to-day storytelling....

So you think you know all about superheroes? Those guys in the capes and the lightly starched spandex speedoes? Leaping tall buildings and always getting the girl? You don't know nothing....

His name was Adam Kyler. He had eyes as black as licorice jujubes and a spit curl hooked across his forehead that reminded me of a young Superman. He was nine years old....

"There's things out there that you ain't dreamed of. Like back-from-the-dead mountain men, mountain spirits, time-traveling mad scientists and zombified buffalo. And that's just for starters....

"Leave Luther's body right where we flung him," Bates said....

There are superheroes, and then there is Captain Nothing - ready to crack knuckles and break heads - no matter what the cost....

You can smell that long-dying aroma of Autumn in the air. Kids are talking trick or treat and the leaves are already screaming at you in red and yellow and deep golden rust....

In 1691, the town of Crossfall taught the witch Thessaly how to die. They beat her, they shot her, they hung her--but nothing worked. When they finally tried to bury her alive Thessaly set the field against them. The first man died as a gust of wind harrowed the meat from his bones. A root,flung like a dirty javelin, cut a second man down. Many more deaths followed....

A touching and humorous, and almost-mostly true, short story by Steve Vernon - the man who brought you cat tales. Listen to find out more....

Just imagine you walk into a cheesy old greasy-spoon diner, the kind that ought to hand out antacid along with a napkin, knife, and fork. You ask the waitress for eggs and bacon, and she brings you a plate with live chicken on it. I mean, feathers and beak and the whole bonanza....

Texas Jack Page, on the eve of his 48th birthday, emptied his last seven cartons of books, placing them volume by volume across his front door - a one-man human cask of Amontillado interring himself inside a shining silver Airstream trailer sized aluminum tomb of tomes....

It started out as a simple drive down a country road. Oh sure, Hillman was thinking about suicide. Oh sure, the dead woman is in his back seat was goading him on. What was the point? Why bother living? Who am I? It turns out Coyote has something to say about that. Coyote...and a troll....

This is the final book of the trilogy - a fat monstrous volume of pure undiluted scarecrow terror....

In 1691, the town of Crossfall taught the witch Thessaly how to die. They beat her; they shot her; they hung her - but nothing worked. When they finally tried to bury her alive, Thessaly set the field against them....

In 1691 the town of Crossfall taught the witch Thessaly how to die. They beat her, they shot her, they hung her - but nothing worked. When they finally tried to bury her alive Thessaly set the field against them....

Love is one of those four letter words that some people like to throw around - but sometimes love can be one of the meanest and nastiest games in town....

Bobby Kaye's life story started and ended with an email, and then the monkey dung hit the fan....