Emily Stuart is victim #6. She didn't hesitate to be put on ice when I showed her my card for the project at Stone Spiral on a Wednesday night. You can review the previous entries here. You can learn more about the gig and sign up yourself at this link. Download the Files You can… Continue reading Emily Stuart and the Alpha and Omega (short story and opportunity)
I've had this idea for sometime to write a series of books about a pair of sleuths, an investigative journalist and his adopted teenage daughter. The idea came about many years ago, and has gone through many iterations without much words being written. I don't do this often with stories, I normally get an idea… Continue reading The Haunting of Weasley Manor, Chapter 1
Note to self, I need to watch this film. Started to years ago, and never got to finish. To those who know nothing about it, it’s the first adaptation of I Am Legend with Vincent Price. Later, we’d get Omega Man with Charlton Heston. And even later still, we’d get I Am Legend with Will Smith. True story. Well, that those are adaptations of the same story, not that the story is real.
“Another day to live through. Better get started.”
Get up, go to work, sleep, repeat. As Kendrick Lamar put it in Dreams, “They say we’re only living to die. Imagine if we’re already dead, waiting to live, living in hell.” Vincent Price’s Morgan, wandering the living hell of The Last Man on Earth, is certainly more dead than alive.
Although we’ve seen similar apocalyptic visions in the years since this film was made, The Last Man on Earth opens in striking fashion: a dead city, lifeless; roads empty and still, scattered with corpses and abandoned cars. Soon, we find that the world is not yet completely void of life – there is Morgan, former scientist, husband, and father; and then, there are the vampires. Morgan, last of his kind, spends his days following a meticulous search pattern that takes him through every corner of LA, hammering stakes into the hearts of the…
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Damien Boath signed up to be laid out. He is victim #5. You can review the previous entries here. The body count is rising and there doesn't appear to be an end in sight. Which is OK with me, I'm fine with selling out, if it means the death of a few people. You can… Continue reading Damien Boath’s Festival of Horrors (short story and opportunity)
Author's note. I've had this desire to get back to writing some horror again, and in that vein I started developing a story tentatively titled The Affairs of Mrs. Blackwater, which will likely be my homage to the old school Hammer Horror and Universal monster movies. Below is my first jab at the opening chapter… Continue reading The Affairs of Mrs. Blackwater, Chapter 1
Cassie Jason Richard Wright was a modest, young man. He was shy and had a smile that cracked under pressure of use. He was harmless to the eyes, ears and was easily offended. But, he seldom lost his cool. He was notorious for taking insults with a shy turn of the head and bashful lower… Continue reading Jason Richard Wright, Chapter 1