I wanted to take a brief moment away from fiction and address how I am feeling. Sadness and anger are swirling about me and I wanted to express it in thought. For all accounts and purposes this has been a year I would like to forget. My heroes […]
Are you a “pantser” or a “plotter”? No, I’m not even going to explain what that means. Why? Because we have a guest post from horror author Steven Ramirez who’s going to do a much better job of explaining what that difference is and how that worked into […]
Today’s post comes from Ben Daniels, the author of the new novel, “Detroit 2020.” And he, far better than I could even imagine, lays out the essential steps to self publishing. He’s also a fantastic blogger and shares some very insightful thoughts on horror, writing, and the long-hard-journey […]
Voices in your head are usually a bad thing. Take this pill they say. Just swallow and it will all go away they say. What if it doesn’t I ask the nurse politely as she places the pill in my hand. She says nothing shoving a small paper […]
Bright as daylight yet lacking color. The trees, the pleasing smells of pine, and of the cool night air. The night air that tastes metallic and reeks of dead men lying in a battlefield. The pads of my feet gently collide with the soft dirt as I trod […]
A fog rolls in masking my perception of reality. Sleep is a forgotten memory of cities in the clouds, of monsters, and of most excellent adventures. Real rest comes only to those who have earned it, and I surely have not earned my rest. My pen is unsteady […]
When the hero comes to kill my master does he know Does he know that I am waiting Steel gauntlets gripping a halberd ax My armor is strong Tempered steel My rusted gears are creaky and old But they have been very reliable with heroes past A dark […]
FORWARD Hello readers. Today I decided to do something a little different. Instead of my normal creepy tale or dark poem I wanted to share something a little more intimate, how I am feeling. I hope I do not offend. That is not my intention. So please read […]
Name’s Sue, or as by brother calls me “Little Invisible Sue.” Whenever our pa comes around stinkin’ of Wild Turkey whiskey and lookin’ to beat on one of us, he can never find me. I’m too quiet, too slippery as pa puts it. I reckon I got that […]
Sleep… Deep in the darkest place there is no sleep No rest or ease of mind No rest No dreams of clouds or fantastic places No rest Now I only dream of bad things Memories that are not my own […]
