Evil Dead: A Review

     I had such high hopes for this movie, I truly did and in many ways, they were surpassed beyond even my imagination. But I still feel there could have been more to the movie, something to truly make it stand out beyond the rest of the standard possession movies on the market. If you have not seen the movie as of yet, I will be revealing a few key scenes from the film so you may want to stop reading as of now.

Pillar Chapter One, pt Two

Moving to the front door, he twisted the knob and pushed the door inwards, a small chime clicking to alert the shopkeeper that someone was at the front.

And a good thing she had the bell, because the shop itself was crammed to the brim with every kind of item imaginable, all haphazardly stacked or set up to display as the story widened out from the entrance. Lit by several sconces holding red wax candles, the entire room stank of a pungent incense that seemed to make the mercenary’s head feel lighter, almost to the point of dizziness.

Pillar Chapter One, pt. One

Shing wasn’t like the other major cities of Pillar, nor did it try and boast as such. Nestled atop Lake Lokinelli and the surrounding marshes, the floating buildings were interconnected by bridges and ladders that spanned the two and three story houses and shops that compromised the largest city in all of the Lower Ring. Those buildings not drifting in an interconnected series of rusted chains and frayed ropes were built of clay and stone, and served as what some would call the noble district.

Everyone that lived outside of it just referred to it as the Sepulcher; unlike the lush foliage that choked the Lower Ring, the Sepulcher was completely paved with perpetually cleaned stone, and ringed by towering walls of heavy granite. Those that lived within its walls, including the heads of the Merchants Guild which acted as the cities council of leaders, looked at their home as secure. Everyone else just looked at how the rich had pushed the vibrant life of the Lower Ring as far from them as possible, and laughed at the whims of those flush with gold.

Darkmoon Digest #11

     Another frightful tome of mayhem and mischief, with a lead story from your truly. An older tale from the darker reaches of my archives, one I simply call "Sinister Fruit".
     A story of the old American south... plantations, slavery and the like. But unlike most tawdry tales from that era, this one involves a monster of biblical proportions! Check it out here to find out more.
     As for how the site is headed, I'm going to be alternating between stories, seven or eight parts released in a period of time before a few short stories to liven these old bones up, before moving onto continuing the next of my many macabre manuscripts, just waiting to be read!
     Stick around, add me as a favorite to your taskbar and check back every few days... I always have something new bubbling up from the black mire of my mind just waiting to scare you!