Fantasy Friday: A Dowry for Hamelin, Part Two

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Weapons wrapped up in silk for sale down in the River Valley, with her Dragon blade at her hip, the end glowing softly in the summer breeze, Malory stood with a pack slung over one shoulder, watching as her son said goodbye to his boyfriend, speaking in hushed tones. Malory’s smile disappeared when he noticed the Widow White make her way over to her, leaning heavily on a can of wood and brass, her pudgy fingers gripping the cane as if her knee were too fragile to support her girth for even a fraction of a second.

Fantasy Friday - A Dowry for Hamelin, Part One

Malory sighed as she plunged the red hot blade into the barrel of water next to the anvil, a hiss of steam issuing from the bubbling water as the sword went from red hot to cold steel. Pulling it up, she held it up so she could examine the blade, holding it by the undecorated hilt of the blade.

V/H/S Viral: Something Sickening This Way Comes

     I went ahead and rented this fun little trip into Bloody Disgusting's imagination and I can honestly say I'm not utterly disappointed. Keep in mind that this is the third in a series, which rarely bodes well for a franchise in general, let alone one from a production company that is so unknown.

Fantasy Saturday - The Three Apprentices, Chapter One

“Oh no, I’m late!” Sable cried out, rushing through the second floor of the small cottage she lived in. Hastily removing her dressing gown, she picked up a small flat disc, engraved with a faintly glowing rune.

Shrieks and Shivers: Book Announcement and Trailer

     An original work I wrote a good while ago has been taken by the Horror Zine for their new anthology, Shrieks and Shivers. The book has veteran and fresh writers alike, and should be a knock-out of a novel. 

     Be sure to pick it up January 6th when it comes out so you can read the stories and support an indie press.     

Coffin Hop 2014 Epilogue

     The Ghoul dropped into his newly-gifted throne-like chair, heaving a sigh. From her place hanging over the desk, and him, the Editor watched as the Ghoul picked up a piece of parchment.

Coffin Hop 2014 Sandra's Story Part Two

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“What if I don’t want to? What could possibly be in there that will make any of this less weird?”

The Maestro knocked softly on the metallic hatch, earning a chattering moan from within. “There. You know that there is something in there that is dead. Or dying, at the very least.”

Katie John You've Won!

     In the comments below, answer the following questions and I'll write a story all about you.

1) Height, hair color, eye color, etc...
2) Greatest fear
3) Favorite horror movie
4) Favorite animal
5) Favorite monster (movie or stereotype)
6) High school sport if played (cheerleader, band member, choir also count)
7) Favorite piece of my work (don't inflate my ego, just find something you like stylistically)
8) Least favorite (don't hurt my feelings)
9) List a link to a story by any blogger you love!
10) Current hobbies besides writing.

Coffin Hop 2014 Stephanie's Story Part Three

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Stephanie sat on a stool in her grandfather’s basement; a potions book opened and propped up for her to read by the flickering candlelight as she ground her third dram of moonstone, reducing it to a fine powder to be mixed with the bubbling broth of concentrated nightshade and valerian root. Together, once these three reagents formed a juice that smelled of roses, she would add a single dram of Moon Children nectar. She would then extract several syringes worth of it and inject herself with two, then inject Cloud with two.

Coffin Hop 2014 Cloud's Story Part Two

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With the mystery being gone, having vanished into thin air, Cloud brought the drink up to his nose and sniffed. Slightly sweet smelling with the distinct hint of alcohol. Taking a sip, he smacked his lips at the dry taste of the bittersweet wine, before dumping it into the brambles.