Luis Paredes's Blog
September 28, 2025
Selling Cheap Used Books
Just a quick note to let my readers know that I’m selling cheap used books as the Hudson River Book Peddler and through my eBay store!
April 9, 2025
Arron Hook Reviews ‘Walter’ – A Must-Read in Weird Fiction
Huge thanks to Arron Hook for this wonderful review of my short story, Walter! This piece of weird fiction is one of many stories available in CriminOlly presents Garbology: The GarbAugust Anthology of Awesome Trash available on Amazon and other retailers!
August 26, 2024
The Hudson Independent Covers Headhunters’s Launch
Some new press dropped for Headhunters last week! My local paper, The Hudson Independent, covered the launch of my new horror novel! Read the full story here: https://thehudsonindependent.com/dobb...
May 16, 2024
February 27, 2024
The American Devil Acceptance
My WW1 era horror short story, the American Devil, makes its debut in the June 2024 issue of Max Blood’s Mausoleum. Design house, Iracheta Horrors, brought my cover concept to life and I am in love with this artwork! It features the main characters professor Siegfried Engel and Major William Graf making their way through […]
March 24, 2022
Transforming Art into Words
Sometimes words just aren’t enough. When I’ve hit a wall and can’t find a way to describe a character, I break out my art supplies. After a few minutes, the face that’s been hiding within my mind’s eye reveals itself on a sheet of bristol board or watercolor paper. It’s exhilarating! Suddenly, the hero (or […]
October 18, 2021
Crabbing
I wrote this letter to one of my siblings at the start of the COVID lockdown here in the USA. It was a way for me to stay connected with my family by sharing some key memories from my early life in Maryland. Story and digital collage by Luis Paredes Do you know what a […]
October 16, 2021
Luxury Cigar Picks
This is a preview of my feature on lapidary artist, Aaron Hayes who crafts luxury cigar picks.
October 13, 2021
Lunch
My eyes burn with sageharsh, misty, and verdantThe chalk-white smoke curlsaround my lashes, collectingpooling into dew drops, fallinggently into the voice belowI hear the call of my rusted gutaching with hunger and fear“Just a bite,” it says with abulge of regret, pushing against my clammy shirt…my appetite is alive Lunch by Luis Paredes
