Scott Roche
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I'm an author, podcaster, and publisher. I've been published in several anthologies. I'm available for birthday parties, bar-mitzvahs, quinceaneras, and anywhere cake is served. My Substack
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Blood On The Strip. Content Warning.
The few times Carlone Veretta had called Othello for a business meeting, it had meant some poor motherfucker was gonna die. He looked across the floor of the casino and lit his cigar with the butane cigar lighter he carried. He drew in the fragrant smoke and let it drool from between his lips. His dark eyes scanned the crowded floor for Carlone. He’d been friends with the new head of security for the Mandalay Bay casino for a short time. In that time, they’d gone through the shit together. Now their lives had settled down. Othello lived outside of Vegas with his wife Foxy. As far as he knew, Carlone was the only member of their little posse that was still in town.
By Scott Roche7 days ago in Fiction
Roll Them Bones
Willy is a character from a couple of other short stories I've written. He's a modern day "hedge wizard". For you non-uber nerds, that's a self taught wizard who can perform basic spells, brew potions, and make scrolls. He lives in modern-day New Orleans and uses his abilities and most of all his tendency to be more lucky than prepared to help people. He's not quite a private detective like Harry Dresden. That would require a level of study and dedication he's not always capable of. But he has a good heart.
By Scott Roche2 months ago in Fiction
Making A Deal
It’s interesting, you often hear about how people make deals to gain power, fame, or skills. That deal might be with an agent or a publisher or the devil. People come to me when they’ve exercised every option they can think of, on Earth or under the Earth (metaphorically speaking). It’s not as easy as it’s made out to be to get in touch with the right person or extra-planar being. And believe me, it has to be the precisely right one.
By Scott Roche2 months ago in Horror
Thrice Damned
I drove my horses like a man possessed. We would be able to escape if the good Lord was with us. The wagon bounced and jolted over the rutted track through the prairie. I could help the compulsion to look back through the tunnel created by the wagon’s cover.
By Scott Roche3 months ago in Fiction
