As some of you with children (or the heart of a child in a jar and/or other canopic device) may know, Disney released a movie simply titled Frozen some time last year. Now, I've long been a proponent that Disney films have some of the most over the top villains ever, and I have not seen this movie! But from three clips, I surmise a good deal of plot.
Horror and Fantasy pieces that evolve and grow into full blown stories, all with you along for the ride.
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Dark Eclipse #31
Another month, another Dark Eclipse! This month I discuss the true heroes of horror, the greats that lead to how we look at the genre as a whole. I of course could only touch on a few, but I think I touched on some of the greatest influences that we've had.
As for stories, I enjoyed it all, especially "Devils of Cain's Island" by Kris Ashton. For $1.99, it's definitely worth a read!
Friday, February 7, 2014
Tales of the Unseelie Court is now out!
An anthology a tad on the fantastical side of horror, Tales of the Unseelie Court is a mirror to the anthology, Tale of the Seelie Court. My addition is of course to the Unseelie version, as my piece is more horror based (as always). There are a great number of quality pieces in each anthology, so check them both out.

To those unaware, Seelie/Unseelie are the names of mythical creatures commonly known as fey or fairies. From imps to boggarts to gremlins and goblins, the Unseelie are considered the darker aspects of these natural entities. Their alien emotions and actions are hard for humanity to understand, and even harder to deal with.
Take a look and see if these stories tickle your fancy. We would all (we being the indie authors) appreciate if you would download a copy and let us know how we did.
A Dark Night
Slowly
rousing from your dead sleep, you first take notice of your wooden ceiling,
smacking your dry lips as you stir within the confines of your bed. Bloated,
you roll over and pull a pillow over your head. From beneath the pillow, you
blink away the sleep from your eyes, staring at the clock beside your bed.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Site Status
The site will be posting stories in a slower fashion, as I am wrapping up work on my first novel, Jack in the Box. As many of you may have noticed, I removed the sections of the book from the site. I did this as a precursor to a publisher asking me to do so.
I have about fifteen to twenty bobbers in the publishing pond, and am just waiting for bites at the moment. When a story gets rejected I'll willingly put it up on the site. Not to mean you all get the scraps, but I am trying to get my feet off the ground here.
In lighter news, Demonic Visions will be having a third installment with a never-before-seen story of mine being featured. I'll post the link for it.
As a side note, we're being highlighted by storybundle. Here's the visual:
I have about fifteen to twenty bobbers in the publishing pond, and am just waiting for bites at the moment. When a story gets rejected I'll willingly put it up on the site. Not to mean you all get the scraps, but I am trying to get my feet off the ground here.
In lighter news, Demonic Visions will be having a third installment with a never-before-seen story of mine being featured. I'll post the link for it.
As a side note, we're being highlighted by storybundle. Here's the visual:
Go on over and take a peek!
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Jeffrey
Creaking open slowly, Matthew looked out of his room to try
and catch sight of his parents in the darkened halls of his home. Seeing
nothing, he turned and nodded to his friend Jeffrey, and the two crept out on
light feet across the hall and down the stairs, skipping the one board that
creaked whenever stepped upon.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Graverobber
Walking
through a graveyard at night, you start to wonder whether or not you chose the
right profession. You may have been a little hasty dropping out of school all
those years ago, but in your defense you were drawing a good amount of
attention with your… obsession with the dead. Shifting the shaft of the shovel
on your shoulder, you lift your lantern higher to get a good look around you;
this is a new graveyard that you’ve yet to venture to, so you’re not very
familiar with the layout.
“Where
oh where is that fresh grave…?” You mutter aloud, looking around to try and
discern where the fresh body could be. “I know I read that obituary right,
today should be the day that she was buried.”
Thursday, January 16, 2014
The Old Well, Part One
The
old town well was cursed.
Not
cursed in that it gave foul or polluted water, no. No, the water was fine and
cold, and clear as could be. The seven families that composed the village of
Remtusk depended on the well for their everyday chores: the woman needed it for
laundry and cooking, while the men used it to quench their thirst after working
with the animals in the fields. Even the children looked to it as a source of
solace that they could find on a sweltering summer day.
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Devil's Due
A while back I wrote about the first true scary movie of the New Year, Devil's Due. Well, aside from being wrong and finding out there was a new Paranormal Activity that came out (which was awesome by the way), there is a great promotional video for this movie that has left me in stitches. Take a look:
Behold, the wonders of science! It grants us the ability to terrify people (other than that one man who looked like he didn't understand what was going on). Go see this movie when it comes out, and hopefully we can motivate Hollywood into making more movies like this one.
Behold, the wonders of science! It grants us the ability to terrify people (other than that one man who looked like he didn't understand what was going on). Go see this movie when it comes out, and hopefully we can motivate Hollywood into making more movies like this one.
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Paint It Black, Part One
Sitting on the window sill as I eat my breakfast, I cast my
gaze out over the waterfront district of this colonial port town. I see men
bartering over barrels of whiskey, pointing hands shouting as several lankier
looking fellows roll said barrels down a ramp leading from the boat to the
pier. Fishmongers, all surly looking sailors with skin as tough as any animal
hide and as tanned as the skin of a coconut shout their wares to the errand
boys moving through the crowds, who duck between shopping wives and mothers,
who turn their nose at the homeless children begging for alms in the gutter.
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