Ana Chevalier has authored thousands of articles, books, and blog posts (both bylined and ghostwritten) that have been read by millions of readers.

Kevin Spacey 2021; Randy Fowler
Kevin Spacey Sexual Assault Allegations [IO Magazine]

In June of this year, Ana Chevalier’s “judicious,” “balanced,” and “brave piece of journalism” looking into the Kevin Spacey sexual assault allegations and subsequent erasure from contemporary culture was published by The IO Magazine.

To date, her article “Kevin Spacey Sexual Assault Allegations: What You Don’t Know,” has been read been more than 1.6 million and continues to attract new readers, daily.

In addition to her non-fiction successes, Ana’s original fiction, shorts, and dramatic plays continue to entertain and enthral audiences around the world. Some of Ana’s favorites include:

Ana Chevalier has authored
Ana Chevalier has authored Low Tide
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There had been two large bags of fan mail waiting for him beside the piano bench after the accident. At first, he had little interest in being prayed for. But at four in the morning when his hand throbbed and his absent thumb, by now decaying in some medical dump, ached and itched uncontrollably, he found them an entertaining distraction….
[carte blanche]

Ana Chevalier has authored Pundit
READ Pundit

Cocaine, prostitution, poverty, exploitation, torture, murder: It’s the world of Canadian Stand-Up comedy, and there’s nothing funny about it.

K Johnson owns the Polaris, Toronto’s largest comedy club. Every night the comics who work there put on a killer show; everyone leaves with a smile on their face. Then the house lights come up and the façade is gone. For five years K has lost his bid to host the Sweetwater Comedy Festival to Dickie Craig, a repugnant has-been television icon with a penchant for young male aides, and he can’t understand why.  [Red Dashboard Press]

Blue Plate Special

Blue Plate Special, set in present day South Boston, delves into the effects of PTSD on a veteran police officer. Eight years after witnessing the death of his only daughter, Danny is homeless, alienated, and can’t seem to re-enter society. His struggle sets off an emotional chain reaction in those around him that has life-altering effects.[Black Swan]

Read English Garden

Malcolm smiled with satisfaction as he gazed out upon his English garden, warming in the California sun. He had long since left his home in the Cotswold region and had promised that when time and money permitted, he would recreate his childhood garden; but this time with azaleas. His mother hated azaleas. They now framed the perimeter of his lustrous beachfront home. She’d hate what I’ve done to this place, he thought smugly to himself as he stepped over her resting place. He’d planted the largest azalea bush on top of the moist patch of soil where her ashes were scattered, and left a dish of premium kibble out for the few neighborhood strays; enticing them to claim their territory. azaleas and cat’s piss. How do I love you, mother, let me count the ways.

ana chevalier has authored the last winter of newgate
READ The Last Winter of Newgate

It crawled toward midnight, outside the Old Bailey
in the echo of Sepulchre’s bells
The moon wrapped himself in a blanket of clouds
the winds screeched a bone-chilling yell
I turned up my collar to stave off the night
a stranger I walked on alone
Feeling the cold, arthritic fingers of death
start to ferry me home

A little horror poetry to celebrate “Halloween Haunts” with the Horror Writers’ Association. [The Horror Writers’ Association]

Ana Chevalier has authored Supernova

I am a star. Really, I am. I’m bona fide. Well, I’ve signed my name in cement. That counts for something, right? I stepped in it, too. It ruins your shoes. They don’t tell you that.

Supernova peeks behind the curtain at the Toronto Film Festival and how one celebrity made it this far. And what it cost.
[Lampeter Review]

Read Belfast Girl

Northern Ireland during the time of the Troubles.

Irish. Catholic. Protestant. Politics. It was all just blood when you had to bury it.
[Fiction on the Web]

Read Huey, Dewey, and Louie

He ran his hand along the edges of his belt, tightening the makeshift tourniquet, stemming the bright red arterial blood. He fought to remain conscious. The pain receded to behind the red spout, beside his balls. He couldn’t tell if he still had both of them; he couldn’t reach that far. He was sure he could feel them, even twitch them; he felt them move. He also knew that didn’t mean a damn thing. How many of his buddies, rotting in some jaundiced VA bed back home, said they woke up screaming in pain from a leg they left in Da Nang? He was contributing enough of his blood to these fucking paddies; they weren’t going to get his balls too. [Despumation Press]

Read Strange Frenzies V2

V2: Guest Editor
[Red Dashboard]