Where sin has teeth and mercy ain’t free.
I write dark noir and horror that burrow beneath your skin like a prophet’s curse—festering, gnawing, refusing to be cast out. Every story hauls you into the abyssal shadows where redemption is a ragged thing gasping out its last psalm, and ruin stalks you with the slow certainty of a plague sent by a God who’s run out of patience. In these pages, the darkness keeps its own commandments, carves truth into bone, and weighs your soul the way the angels never did—honest, merciless, and without a whisper of light to save you.
~ A. Kincaid
Pale Harvest
The Lazarus Plague: Pale Harvest
In a world where death is no longer the end, survival is a battle against the living, the dead, and the darkness within.
It began not with a bang, but with a whimper in a forgotten Mississippi diner. Solomon, a paramedic, walked into what he thought was a routine call and stepped straight into hell. A new, airborne bioweapon has escaped its creators, a plague that doesn't just kill—it reanimates the dead into ravenous, relentless predators. Society collapses in weeks, leaving highways choked with rusting cars and the air thick with the moans of the infected.
But the walking dead are not the only threat. As Solomon fights his way south through the ruins of Texas toward a rumored safe zone in San Antonio, he discovers that the true face of evil often wears a human smile. He forms a dangerous alliance with Harris, a ruthless survivor whose philosophy is simple: dominate or be devoured. This partnership forces Solomon to confront a harrowing question—in a world stripped of all mercy, what is he willing to become to protect those he cares about?
His journey becomes a crucible of fire and blood, haunted by the ghost of his lost love, Rachel, and tested by the emergence of two children, Leo and Mia, who represent a fragile flicker of the humanity he’s desperate not to lose. But the sanctuary of San Antonio holds a horrifying secret far worse than the plague itself, forcing Solomon into a final, desperate stand where the stakes are no longer just his life, but his very soul.
The Lazarus Plague: Pale Harvest is a visceral, character-driven odyssey through a post-apocalyptic America. Anthony Kincaid delivers a raw and unflinching tale that explores the depths of human resilience, the cost of survival, and the faint, enduring light of hope in absolute darkness. Perfect for fans of The Walking Dead and The Road.
Cypress Parish Short Story
In Cypress Parish, Christmas doesn’t bring joy — it brings the fog.
Every December, the swamp exhales a red mist that crawls between the cypress knees and settles against the old houses like a warning. Folks in town whisper about Redcoat, the shadow that comes hunting when the fog turns crimson… a figure born from guilt, grief, and the rot people try to hide.
Isaac Reed is just trying to hold his family together for one quiet Christmas Eve. But when the red fog pulses through the pines and an old secret claws its way back to his doorstep, he realizes the night isn’t here to celebrate. It’s here to collect.
Part Southern Gothic, part holiday nightmare, Redcoat Weather blends swamp folklore, creeping dread, and the kind of darkness that follows a person home. This is Christmas the way Cypress Parish remembers it: humid, haunted, and hungry.
Perfect for fans of atmospheric horror, unsettling legends, and winter tales with bite.
Shampe
In the Mississippi backwoods, there’s a stretch of water the Choctaw once called Chatawa—the Hunting Ground. For generations, people have slipped into that swamp and never walked back out: boys on their first hunt, deserters hiding from the Civil War, bootleggers, desperate families just trying to eat. Every time, the stories come back the same. Torn camps. Blood on the trees. No bodies. And one whispered name.
Shampe.
When Bruce McMasterson, a world-famous big-game hunter with a taste for impossible trophies, stumbles across a grainy video claiming to show the creature, he smells opportunity—not warning. To him, Chatawa is just another notch waiting for his rifle. But the town he flies into treats the swamp like a living thing: the sheriff won’t joke about it, the gas station wall is crowded with missing faces, and an old Choctaw elder insists Shampe isn’t an animal at all, but something older that remembers every sin spilled on its soil.
Bruce ignores them and goes in anyway.
What follows is a slow, suffocating hunt where the rules don’t belong to him, and the line between legend and judgment blurs. Shampe is a Southern folk-horror tale about pride, old stories that refuse to die, and a swamp that keeps perfect score.
Cypress Parish Short Story
In Cypress Parish, Valentine’s Day doesn’t celebrate love — it audits it.
Every February, the air grows heavy and the town begins to notice what’s been left unsaid. Forgotten cards. Lingering silences. The quiet distances that form between two people sharing the same bed. Folks in Cypress Parish know better than to call it a curse. They call it the ledger—the reckoning that arrives when affection is withheld and truth goes unpaid.
A woman wakes on Valentine’s morning to an empty table and a marriage that insists it’s fine. But when bruises appear without violence and the house itself begins to listen, she realizes the parish isn’t asking for romance. It’s asking for honesty.
As the pressure builds and old stories surface, she’s forced to choose how the account will be settled—through denial, performance, or the one payment the town accepts without mercy: truth.
Part Southern Gothic, part quiet horror, The Ledger of Saint Valentine is a slow, suffocating tale of emotional debt, unspoken loneliness, and the cost of pretending everything balances. This is Valentine’s Day the way Cypress Parish remembers it: damp, intimate, and unforgiving.
Perfect for readers who favor atmospheric horror, folk-tinged dread, and stories where the scariest thing is what finally gets said.
Ashes in the Gulf
The Lazarus Plague: Ashes in the Gulf
The Gulf Coast is a graveyard, and the tide is bringing the dead back to life.
Solomon, a man haunted by the ghosts of his past failures, is fighting to protect the last two people he has left: the hardened survivor Leo and a young girl named Mia. Together, they flee the horrors of the mainland, only to find that the Gulf of Mexico offers no safe harbor. Its waters are infested with "the drowned"—bloated, ravenous horrors that wash ashore with the tide, and its islands are home to desperate survivors who have learned that trust is a currency you can't afford.
When their desperate bid for survival leads to a devastating loss, Solomon’s fragile hope shatters. As he is consumed by guilt and rage, a new threat emerges from the deep: a monstrous floating fortress where the last vestiges of humanity are bartered and broken. To have any chance of saving what remains of his soul and the girl he’s sworn to protect, Solomon must forge an alliance with a hardened group of rebels and confront the nightmare that lies in the Gulf.
But in a world drowned in darkness, the line between savior and monster is razor-thin, and the ashes of the old world may yet smother the last embers of the new.
The Flash Bulb's Kiss
Anthony “Tony Two-Tone” Capelli used to be the man you called when you wanted something ugly cleaned up in Chicago’s underworld. Then one brutal night took everything from him and the city buried him with the rest of its ghosts.
Five years later, he’s Tony Ellis, a quiet schoolteacher in small-town Mississippi. His days are spent helping kids build model rockets, grading papers, and pretending the blood on his soul washed off somewhere between Chicago and the pines.
But the past doesn’t stay gone.
Anonymous phone calls start in the middle of the night—someone breathing his real name. Letters arrive that no one should be able to write. Unfamiliar cars linger outside the schoolyard. And the small, fragile world Tony has built around his students begins to crack, one “coincidence” at a time.
As pressure mounts and old names circle closer, Tony is forced toward a line he never wanted to cross again: stay the teacher his kids believe in… or become the man he once was to stop the kind of monsters he used to work beside.
The Flashbulb’s Kiss is a grim, pulpy noir about sin, second chances, and what happens when the light that finds you might be judgment instead of grace.
Black Tongues
The Lazarus Plague: Black Tongues
The Gulf has spat them out, but the shore offers no refuge.
Solomon Cross, a man haunted by the ghosts of his past, has brought the one person he has left—a young girl named Mia—to the one place he swore he’d never return: the drowned ruins of Louisiana. But this is not the home he remembers. The swamps are a treacherous maze, teeming with a new kind of horror: the drowned are slower, more patient, and they carry a strange, sweet stench of decay.
Their desperate flight for survival is shattered when Mia is drawn into the heart of a new and terrifying power rising from the ashes of New Orleans. Here, a charismatic and ruthless leader commands not just the living, but the dead, weaving a dark faith from the threads of the plague. To save Mia, Solomon must infiltrate this "City of Bones," a place where ritual masks cruelty and the line between salvation and damnation has been washed away.
But in a city that feeds on the broken, the greatest threat may not be the monsters in the water, but the darkness taking root in the girl he loves. To bring her home, Solomon will have to confront an enemy far more insidious than mindless hunger, and face the terrifying truth of what he must become to survive.
