Saturday, June 14, 2014

Dead Island II Trailer

     A miniature horror movie unto itself, this three and a half minute trailer is full of funny moments. Take a look!

     Glad to say I own a PS4 for this kind of action!

Timeless Tales Magazine

     Timeless Tales Magazine has come out with a new issue, one that I'm in with a twist on the "Pandora's Box" story. Of course your old pal wrote it with horror in mind, don't fret, but be warned there is an audio version of it as well. To read it, or listen to it, you have to pay 4.99 or more. Show your appreciation for the finer arts and have a listen!

Fright Fight Part Two

“Possessed?” Jeanine repeated, not really understanding what the strange man was saying.
“Yeah, by some lesser devil we conjured up. It’s made him freaky fast, and as strong as me, so I’d watch my ass if I were you.”

Friday, June 13, 2014

Horror 101

     Crystal Lake Publishing has always been a stand up publisher that I've enjoyed. They always have gritty (or witty) stories that bring out the true essence of horror in any tale.
     Well now they have an eBook for sale at .99 cents packed with essays that will help fledgling authors tackle larger projects, write more concise horror and get over roadblocks such as the dreaded writers block.

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     The paperback comes with additional essays on how to become a better scream king (or queen!), but for the low low cost of 99 cents I'm snatching it up for something to read in between writing my own works. You're never able to say you can't learn something new!

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Post Mortem: We Are What We Are

     A gruesome tale of cannibalism in the face of starvation, turned into a family tradition. This film has it all: thrills, suspense, gore and even flash scares that'll leave you as breathless as the ghost behind your back. A truly terrifying tale, I enjoyed it through and through, adding director Jim Mickle to my list of people to follow in cinema.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Mirrors Part Three

“Melissa and Amanda can check the upstairs while Marty and I look down here,” I say, Jessica’s voice wavering from the internal damage I’ve caused it in order to get tears to flow. Right now I have torn pectoral muscles, lifted from bone, which stings with every movement. Fresh tears well at the side of my eyes as I sniffle back the snot dribbling from my nose. Marty has another cigarette, this one freshly lit.