A new issue of the Horror Zine is out and ready to peruse. While I'm not in it, I always enjoy reading it and figure you could enjoy some of the stories as well.
Friday, February 27, 2015
Horror Zine
A new issue of the Horror Zine is out and ready to peruse. While I'm not in it, I always enjoy reading it and figure you could enjoy some of the stories as well.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Blurred Edges Chapter Five
“There we go!” Martin said, leaning back to admire his work on Claire’s swollen hand. The normally white and pink digits were an unsightly purple and green now, signs of bruising from the spider bit and “whatever you did to your hand,” as Martin had been saying the entire time he sewed her up. Now, with a line of stitches crossing her palm closing up the gaping wound that had been torn open, Claire still thought about the visage of the flabby man she’d seen in the bathroom. Was he real?
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Shrieks and Shivers
For all you Kindle users out there, Shrieks and Shivers is #4 in the downloadable Anthologies -> Horror section. It would be an awesome treat to see it bumped into the top three, so feel free to spend the measly three dollars for three-hundred pages of horror and terror that you can download to your Kindle, tablet or other handheld device.
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Wednesday, February 18, 2015
Blurred Edges Chapter Four
Spinning around, Claire clutched at the tub behind her as she stared at the darker recesses in the bathroom, the path leading to the main bedchamber where Martin would soon be. Standing in the shadows opposite the door, Claire could just make out a figure… a nude figure. Old sagging flesh and wrinkles marred its dark body as it stared at her from the corner, breathing heavily. Eyes darting about, she saw that one of its hands was missing; the scratching in the tub reminded her of where it could possibly be.
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Halloween Party Part One
Allie looked at her phone, checking the time. “Ugh, it’s already nine. What are you two doing in there that’s taking so long?”
“We’re almost done!” Angie chirped from within the walk-in closet
“Just a minute!” Deedee called back as well.
Saturday, February 14, 2015
Stephen King's "On Writing"
In an effort to make my reading more palpable to all of you, I grit my teeth and purchased this memoir/writing aide and have read it cover to cover now. And I have to say... it's not that bad. What I was expecting was a whole lot different than what I got. The lofty author who holds it high above your head just doesn't exist with Stephen.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Blurred Edges Chapter Three
Shaking her hand away from her head, Claire screamed as she felt the spider chew into her palm, the fangs slicing as if they were serrated knives. Martin was running up, yelling at her just to stop so he could get it off her, but she couldn’t stand still. Blood was welling up from the wound, dribbling down her arm and onto the stairs, where it began to soak into the wood with alarming speed. Warm trickling blood began to soak into her shirt as she raised her hand up and slapped the reptilian bust with a loud crack. Her hand jolted as if electrocuted and a loud crunch echoed throughout the hall, but the spider was now crushed in a pulpy mess covered in her blood, still latched onto the meat of her hand that it had been able to churn into raw hamburger. In the span of seconds, Martin was at Claire’s side, holding her hand up and carefully extracting the spider from her hand, the twin fangs stick in her palm like syringes.
Monday, February 9, 2015
Merchant of South Texas, Part Two
Bass sat with the salty loan shark, drinking from an aged bottle of cheap scotch with the odorous man. Finally, Antonio’s eyes lit up and he raised a wrinkled hand up waving over someone behind Joe. The Thirsty Devil was a small bar, and as the night passed the people of the Riverwalk flowed in and out of the dimly-lit tavern in a never ending tide. Bass looked over the back of the tall booth, looking for whoever Antonio was waving at.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Blurred Edges, Chapter Two
Unlocking the chains around the door handles, Martin slid them off before gently dropping them down to the marble steps. The area was surprisingly clean of graffiti, not that small towns were well known for such art. Still, with all of the places that Claire and Martin had cleaned up, they’d always stumble across some form of tagging that would need a day or two of work to remove. But not counting the rotting doors, the outside was amazingly clean. Perhaps the veritable wall of vines and weeds crawling up the side of the manor prevented anyone from desecrating the building, or maybe they just hid past markings.
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