Monster Hunter, Part One

Grunting as the carriage comes to an abrupt halt, I lean my head back against the polished mahogany frame, cracking an eyelid open to look through the tiny window at my side. I immediately regret it as my mind is stabbed by the brutal rays of the sun, causing me to wince and pull the curtains over the offensive luminescence; I cough, clearing my dry throat as my boots kick about three empty green bottles on the carriage floor. I grope the seat across from me, grabbing for my leather hat and shoving it onto my head just as the door is pulled open, allowing the accursed light to flood over me in my own personal hell.

An Encounter of the Ignorant Kind

     I sit here now dear readers, after traversing the wilds of the Urban landscape in search of inspiration for more terrible tales of terror with which I could tell. My shambling, as it would so happen this time, found me in a local book store of some repute.
     So as I sat there, coffee in one claw and a tome in the other, I was surprised to hear the raucous cackle of teenagers from the other side of a median separating our two tables. A gaggle of teenage girls had gathered, smart phones alight and frappachinos frosted, ready to study for upcoming exams.

Atheist's Nightmare, Part Five

“Well Hannah, you can just call me Jack. And no, I don’t want to kill you.” I say slowly, keeping an eye on the two, huddled behind their bed. I look over at my blade laid out just within my reach and I catch her eyes following mine.

“Really?” She asks a slight lilt of hope in her voice, rubbing her hands over the bared arms of her roommate.

Stayed Behind, Part Three

Previously

The rest of the night was spent cleaning and polishing the teeth I’d plucked from the Byakhee’s skull, before depositing the bloody head in a wooden bucket outside our door for the street cleaners to take come dawn. I collapsed into bed after a cold sponge bath, wiping away the grim and the stench of demon from me with lilac-scented water. Despite the chill of the cold on my naked form in the dead of night, I was quickly able to warm myself next to Christina beneath the fur of a great wolf.

Evil of the World

     One of the many things I tend to rant about with those who will listen to my ramblings is my inherent hatred of organized religion, and what it does and has done to our society and civilization. Placing a select few as those who are here on Earth to judge of guide us along our path is a very slippery slope to begin with, one that often ends with corruption and abuse.

     A series done by a humanist that highlights the horrid things those in power due to religion have done, in the name of said religion in many cases. Whereas my evil characters are generally supernatural or merely twisted, these people are representatives of what is supposedly a wholly good entity: the fact that a supposed God allows such atrocities to be committed makes many actively not believe in him, and makes even more actively do so.
     Those are the people that make me worried for the human race.

Dark Eclipse #24

You can check it out here on Amazon, roughly 75 pages of horror and horror-related topics including a review and comparison of the book and movie World War Z from yours truly. Go take a peek, it's only $1.99 for your kindle!

Stayed Behind, Part Two

Previously

Moving through the crowd and out of the crater, I smirk as several leatherworkers rush past me, tools in hand. Someone would have some new supplies to create a variety of things, most likely armor for the hunters the village has. I don’t really care as I already have my own set of demon-hide armor, one that I’ve worn well for years now.

Blood in the Sand, Part Two

Previously

“Sergeant!” Gentile called out, grabbing Joe’s attention away from the bliss of his first cigarette in two days. “You better come and see this!”

“I swear to god Gentile you better be looking at fuckin’ Osama bin Laden’s summer home for interrupting my smoke!” Joe grumbles as he places the cigarette precariously on a particularly large rock formation serving as a low wall for the detachment. Squat-walking over to where his sniper was peering through his scope, Joe brought his own binoculars up to his eyes, tracking where his sniper was watching.

Stayed Behind, Part One

Authors Note: A spin-off from my “Atheist’s Nightmare” series, this story will have heavy religious undertones. If you are not in favor of such metaphors I would suggest reading something else. Thank you, and as always, sweet dreams!

It’d been twelve years since the end of the world, the often scoffed about rapture. Turns out that Christianity had been right; when Hell was full, the dead would walk the earth. It was around the time when the first few zombie outbreaks started that people began disappearing, some vanishing in bright flashes of light. Tremors rocked the globe while tidal waves rocked the shorelines, all the while the dead feasted upon the living.

State of the Site

     You may have noticed a certain series of fantasy-based stories cropping up on the site with little in the way of horror. I am taking a step forward as a writer and trying to write longer pieces where I can develop characters into something more than just a random victim.
     Have no fear, the story will have horror elements to it as soon as possible, I just have to get there. Once I've posted the first half of what will hopefully be an e-book, I plan on leaving the second half off of the site to encourage people to buy my work.
     Just bare with me and try and enjoy the ride. The story is evolving.