Loaded Question

Why don’t I believe in God? That, my friend, is a loaded question and the bullets are defined and honed to offend, no matter what my response   But since you asked, and remember, this is my opinion, not yours - I think the fundamental lessons that we learn from birth, that unbidden and undefined … Continue reading Loaded Question

Two more days

as Eveline Hood Have you ever wondered what fear tastes like?  Like afraid for your life because this time it might be the end of it kind of fear?  If not, count yourself among the lucky ones.  To me, fear tastes like metal; like I've been sucking on a penny for too many hours.  Coppery. … Continue reading Two more days

Final Memory

The blackness of unconsciousness has monsters in it, slithery horrible things that resemble nothing close to peace. Floating in some breathless place, I wasn't and then I was. Like a light flashing on, or a flipped switch. What is a light?What is a switch? Flip the switch, blind the night. The reality is that my … Continue reading Final Memory

Snapshot – Turner’s Folly

Read  S N A P S H O T August 13, 2015 Outside of Kelford 30 miles NE of Skull Creek It’s all Al Kennedy can think about. Three weeks’ vacation to spend seven days of it driving while Angie slept and the kids fussed and fought endlessly in the back seat. Then she would … Continue reading Snapshot – Turner’s Folly

Coming Undone

Folklore and childhood tales vary from family to family and certainly in this case it is no different. Those dark tales told by firelight sometimes become tangible and the unknown becomes frighteningly real. For 30 year old Dee Carpenter, it is a perfectly warm Saturday in June and Dee and her live in boyfriend are celebrating her … Continue reading Coming Undone

Carnival Cuisine

It’s all that she can think about; the memories of that night after the carnival are redolent,  like spider webs and herb.  Nothing had tasted so good His name was Eliott White and he won her a black unicorn that she promptly christened Stabbty and kissed him soundly in thanks.  He was giddy afterwards, when … Continue reading Carnival Cuisine

The Eyeroll Game

Who left the bag of idiots open? Who is gong to take care of the infestation? *Snickering wildly* An idiot infestation I'm surrounded by them And there are no inoculations It could just be my magnetic personality or I'm the eye of the fucking storm *tornado noises* Perhaps I've accomplished What took losing a body … Continue reading The Eyeroll Game

Top 8 Anticipated Films of 2016

Originally posted on Demon Scribblers - Read it here • I remember my indoctrination into what was considered by my parental units as horror very well.  I was about 10 and my mother wanted me to watch a scary movie.  A child on the cusp of cognizance and an understanding of what my dream was … Continue reading Top 8 Anticipated Films of 2016

Giggles and Gore – An Interview with Bloodmania Producer James Saito

  A few weeks ago I was afforded an opportunity to view an upcoming film at an exclusive test screening that had been flying on my radar for a while.  Curiosity murdered the feline, so I agreed to attend and also had the chance to finally meet in person the producer of “Herschell Gordon Lewis’ … Continue reading Giggles and Gore – An Interview with Bloodmania Producer James Saito

Blade

For your listening pleasure http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsCD5XCu6CM • • • • It's a heartquake, of sorts. It's devastating to find oneself inadequate. Those little inconceivable, undeniable truths are simply the death knell of that fundamental core. One can shellac over the hairline fractures, those nearly invisible scars that come taking from blow after blow to our fragile egos … Continue reading Blade

Forgotten Stars

The fireplace burns with innuendo Sing Sweet, Seraphim, songs of life’s release Mournings staring out the frosty windows And Chopin heartstrings from my fingertips With strains of cinnamon tea and biscuits Memories offer no consolation The real world snickers mean encouragement Let the freak peek from behind open eyes Retrospection versus reality Influences dim like afternoon … Continue reading Forgotten Stars