Blood On The Moon

This dark, silly, and serious sequel to KEEP THE HEART OF A CHILD and THE QUEEN OF HATS is the third volume in Lori R. Lopez’s POETIC REFLECTIONS book series.

The Witchhunt

This tale begins with a modern setting, on the creepy Ninth Floor of a hotel, where an old woman just wishes to be left in peace. But that isn’t possible.

Cornstalker

Trouble with a capital C! The tale begins when a car stops and a body is tossed into the Corn. But this is not just any crop.

Darkverse: The Shadow Hours

A rich gathering of poetry with a dismal twilight atmosphere, a brooding nature, an eerie tone . . . DARKVERSE: THE SHADOW HOURS encompasses such pieces written by Lori R. Lopez between 2009 and 2017 . . .

The Language Of Life

THE LANGUAGE OF LIFE is the second volume of verse in the Collected Poetry Of Eath series, featuring works by various invented poets who will seem quite real . . .

Leery Lane

Have you ever kept a secret from even yourself? On one rainless electric night, Frieda Noff will learn the truth about her past, her relationship with her sister, . . .

Tides Of Chaos

A man and woman meet online while the world around them is falling apart. Where are the creatures from that have invaded their planet? What do they want?

The Dark Mister Snark

There are those individuals we know little about who skulk and creep delightfully across page or screen. In reality, we are taught to avoid them. Sometimes, however, they may surprise us.

Poetic Reflections: Mothers

I was planning to call this “Blank”. I had even typed it up at the top in preparation, but at the last minute I decided to change the theme . . .

Odds And Ends

What terrors lurk in the blackest regions of a cellar, amidst dusty cobwebbed shelves, in the glass jars and metal cans of a hopelessly abnormal mind?

Spider Soup

You are never truly alone. While you sleep, nocturnal creatures stir. A couple discovers that things have changed overnight, and they are no longer in control. Their house is full of cobwebs . . .

The Queen Of Hats

A collection of very unusual verse, ranging from wacky to dark to narrative. Lori R. Lopez writes her own way, whether poetry or prose. This book contains both . . .

Samhain

The past returns to haunt and hunt him on one creepy All Hallows Eve. Daren Karl has an aversion to Halloween. When his sister asks him to take his nephew Trick-Or-Treating . . .

Spooked

Two unlucky individuals find themselves trapped in a haunted house, where the spirits are more than restless. They’re very disturbed. A man learns that his family’s fortune is cursed . . .

Poetic Reflections: havoc

In life there are periods of calm punctuated by phases of unrest when things become hectic. And then there are times when You-Know-Where breaks loose . . .

Sleep Of Fools

Are dreams fact or fiction? How well do we know what we do as we slumber, when we are most vulnerable? Can we trust our surroundings to be there once we open our eyes?

3-Z

A trio of tales ranging from suspenseful to quirky and weird, and finally a deft blend of humor-laced horror . . . With “3-Z”, author Lori R. Lopez presents a brief set of zombie shorts . . .

Jar Baby

The creepy tale of a ghoulish baby by Lori R. Lopez. This short story ties in ancient history with modern horror as a museum's mummies rise up for a night of terror . . .

The Fruit Of Thy Womb

Another unique zombie tale from Lori R. Lopez, the author of “Heartbeat” and “The Lycaning”, this time with Fruit Flies and two jaded strangers who learn that they are not as alone as they think.

Poetic Reflections: bombilation

There is a lot of static in the world. The drone or buzz of contention in the air. A steady hum in your ears if you’re like me. You can hear it if you stop to listen.

The Fairy Fly

A Black Widow queen, a big bad Wolf Spider, and a Hit-Mantis are but a few of the obstacles for a spunky little spider who must find his way home through a strange land of giants . . .

Poetic Reflections: retrospect

If people could save all of the time in a bottle that they spend in retrospect . . . clinging to what was or what could have been instead of looking forward to life, moving on . . .