A couple more reviews for ‘The Things That Grow With Us’.

“Highly recommended reading! There is not a dud in the bunch, and Jordan Anderson knows how to pull off some really awesome work!”

“Most of it was really solid. The way the stories were crafted, especially as it pertains to perspective, was masterful. Some of the plots felt a little slow or a little too cerebral to be my taste, but they were all well executed.”


Chloee Magic’s review of ‘The Things That Grow With Us’

Here’s a short but sweet review by Chloee Magic for The Things That Grow With Us:


“The seven stories take you on a journey to outer space, where there are horrifying things awaiting, to a place of folklore, and mutations against prejudice. Anderson has done a perfect job of tackling each story with a strong and sharpened eye for the gory and the horrific.”

Something to sink your teeth into…

Just some updates and a little something to read at the end:

Writing and music are taking up quite a bit of time as of late. I’ve been reading a ton, as well; just recently finished Last Days by Evenson, The Ballad of Black Tom by LaVelle, and Outer Dark by Cormac McCarthy. I’m currently balls-deep in Behold the Void by Fracassi (excellent stories so far) and am about to start The Devil Rides Out by Wheatley.

Of the eight or so stories that will be in the next compilation of mine, I’ve got six of them in rough/first draft form, working on the rough drafts of the other two or three now. I’m excited to continue the work, slowly chipping away at the mountain that sits in front of me.

Ever heard of Ligotti? Whether you have or haven’t, I sincerely appreciate his story called “The Red Tower”. Check it out and let me know what you think about it down in the comments.



‘Tides of Oblivion’ to be published by Under The Bed magazine.

My short story Tides of Oblivion will be published in the Nov. 4th, 2015 issue of Fiction Magazines’ Under The Bed magazine. Here’s an excerpt to whet your appetite:

“The heavy oak door swung open, groaning on its ill-greased hinges and opening a portal into the night. The wood of rotting docks and moored ships groaned from beyond the freezing black like a chorus of old ghosts. A thin but chilling breeze skewered the damp heat of the criminal’s den, a gift from the nearby waters of the Black Sea.

Out of the darkness and snowfall, a figure manifested into the doorway, its face obscured in shadow under a thick hood. It stood average height, seemed of a thinner build, and was followed by a few rogue gusts of a breeze, sending snowflakes in to land and melt on the warm wooden floor. The big door groaned again as it closed and some of the murmuring quieted, eyes staring from the shadowed corners of the room.

The stranger was wearing a roughspun robe that was horribly ragged and stained with unknown greases and fluids down the front of it. Around his neck, however, was an immaculate gold chain with an amulet dangling from it, resting on his chest. More conversations at the tables quieted as the stranger walked by them toward the bar, curious eyes fueled by an instinctual greed when gazing upon a gem that size.”

Under the Bed publishes some pretty great stuff for the price of each issue, but they are also paying me for my story so I’ve got a bit of a bias. Check them out when you get a chance.

As always, thanks for the support.

‘Angelic Tendencies’ to be published at Fiction On The Web.

My short story Angelic Tendencies will be published at Fiction on the Web on Nov. 3rd, 2015. Here is an excerpt from the story to tickle your fancy:

“Abigail had little concept of God or of the cosmic, but she had heard of this place called Heaven one other time before. At the daycare she had attended, before the accident, a boy named Shane once told her that angels were nice people from Heaven, and that they had big bright wings that protected him from bad guys, or so Shane’s mother had told him.

She hoped with every ounce of her being that the angels were listening now. She hoped that they wouldn’t be so busy with protecting Shane from the bad guys that they couldn’t hear her plea. She missed her mom. She missed her dad. She didn’t want to feel the pain of her Uncle Reed’s visits anymore. The looks on his face when he touched her were monstrous, and he said things to her, whispered things that seemed hollow but hungering, like she was Little Red Riding Hood and he was the big bad wolf. She no longer felt whole, and every time he touched her, a piece of her soul broke off and fell into the emptiness that was growing inside of her.

Abigail blinked and tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay staring into the distant sky outside her window. Thousands of stars twinkled in the abyss and, through her watery eyes, she saw a shooting star, soaring across the endless backdrop of the galaxy. She raised her hand to the window and pointed at the moving light, trailing its trajectory across the dewy glass with her fingertip. After the light continued past the halfway point to the horizon, it stopped dead in the sky. It sat there for a moment, flickering multiple colors–red and purple and green and gold–then zipped back the opposite direction.

Abigail sat up in her bed, wiping the tears from her eyes. She watched with astonishment as the light stopped once more in the sky, then moved in a circle, twice, and stopped again. Abigail pointed her finger at the light, and then pressed her hand against the glass, cool against her palm. Could it see her, staring up at it from the little window?

It could.”

Make sure to check it out when it goes live in a week.

Thank you for the support.