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October 30, 2014
Paranormal Romance HOWLOWEEN Hop #HopswithHeart
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She could hear Nathan slamming his body into the door once more. “Nathan,” she said but the world went black. She woke up cold, wet, and in the dark, leaning against the wall. By the smell, she was sure she was in the same place. She opened her magic, and found the door they came through was heavily warded, and they were now not alone. Her magic found Nathan, to her right. Someone had come in after they were unconscious and moved them off the stairs. “Nathan,” she whispered crawling through the cold, stale water looking for him. Her head thumped from the drug, and she wasn’t sure her legs would let her stand.
“Wha-,” he said. “Shit. Leslie don’t move.”
“There is a werebear in here with us, isn’t there?” she asked in a frightened whisper. She had felt animalistic need coming from the other down there with them. He moved in the water toward her. She could feel him, and it gave her some comfort but not much.
“It’s a cub. He’s going to change. The full moon is in a few days. There is fresh blood, and he is scared. He won’t be able to fight this.”
Her hands ran over her face, and she touched a couple cuts on her cheek. She explored her arms and felt more cuts. “Uh-oh, um, that blood is me.”
“How bad?” He moved up against her. His hands reached out and gently ran down her arms and back up. He paused at her shoulders, briefly and continued up her neck, fingers gently probing the cuts on her cheek.
“It doesn’t hurt, so it had to have been a very sharp, silver blade.”
A flood light came alive above them, probably on a timer, blinding them all briefly. They looked around, and saw the boy in the corner, naked and scared. He had dirty hair and skin, and looked too skinny for his small frame. He tried to fight off the change. But he would lose, they all did. Once the moon calls, the change happens, there is no fighting. Already the bones could be heard snapping inside his body. Nathan pulled off his shirt. Using the water, he cleaned her cuts.
“It’s going to bleed for a while.”
“I think that’s the point,” she said, nervously flicking her eyes to the young man.
He let out a moan, and his body shuddered. “It hurts!” he screamed.
“Oh crap,” Leslie whispered, grabbing onto Nathan’s arm. That electricity zapped through them. They both sucked in air at the same time. But she did not let go. And he did something that should have unnerved her, but weirdly it didn’t. He leaned in as if he was going to kiss her, but then she felt his tongue, moist and warm, lick her cut. He looked at her with those strange green eyes which were filled with curiosity.
The boy screamed behind them again. The scream turned into a roar. Nathan crawled over to the boy using his own magic to sooth the cub. He couldn’t stop him from changing, but he could control it enough so that it could take longer. He’d wear the cub out when he turned.
Blurb:
Welcome to the Opposite Side where monsters really do roam the night, but The Supervisors make sure that the monsters don’t get noticed by the normal humans. Meet Leslie, a Supervisor and a blood witch, one of four in California. Blood witches are said to have powers that rival gods, that’s why they were almost hunted to extinction. Leslie came into her power late, and fell in with the wrong crowd before she became a Supervisor. Nathan is king of the local werebear clan, and he has plans for the future of his pack, the other local shapeshifters, but also has his eyes set on Leslie. She is not your ordinary Blood Witch, and together they can stir up power that the world has never seen. But nothing is as it seems in the Opposite Side, and Leslie’s already different world is going to be shaken as a new case starts a chain of events that can lead to a feud war.
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October 23, 2014
Love’s Pale Road by Martin Gibbs Blog Tour
Title: Love’s Pale Road
Author: Martin Gibbs
Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Fantasy/Romance (A Dark Love Story)
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 27 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Tag Line: Love is a pale road, for Death waits at the end.
Short Blurb
Is love blind, or a beast of convenience?
Bailey, a simple farmer, has been tasked by a dead man to murder a dangerous warlock. While he follows the guidance of this otherworldly companion, Bailey finds himself alone in a scary new world.
Only a few days into the journey, he falls in love with a stranger, which upsets the best-laid plans of the deceased. And Abigail appears to have dark plans of her own: How soon will she turn the tables upon the seemingly-innocent farm boy?
The dead man should have known that trusting the living would be a losing proposition.
Love is a pale road, for Death waits at the end.
Long Blurb
Beware the one who will betray you; for you have given them your heart.
Love is often a beast of convenience: two strangers meeting and connecting on some chemical and psychological level; sharing laughs and tears, and maybe bodily fluids.
But love can be real, when it wants to be. There are honest moments in the days we spend with our lover, there are days of sunshine and laugher, and nights of pleasure.
When it wants to be real. Love has its own designs, as poor Bailey finds out: Tasked by a dead man to perform a murderous act, he finds himself in love with a stranger. He was a simple-minded farmer, tending his turnips and his pumpkins, when the outside world burst in, sending everything he held dear to the far winds.
And so the poor chap is alone and scared when Abigail bares her pretty face. Although her family lies dead—somewhere on the path behind her—Bailey trips headfirst into the wants of his own heart, takes her hand, and carries her along a new road.
For Bailey, Love is more than a chemical reaction: It is a living thing, a living road… a pale road. A pale, murky, dangerous road.
For Death waits at the end.
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Author Information
Martin Gibbs lives in the snow-covered paradise of Minnesota, where he writes novels, short stories, and poetry. By day he is an IT professional, though his passion for writing has led him down an intricate network of exciting roads.
Gibbs is an avid reader. He favors the classics: Dumas, Dickens, Tolstoy, Proust, Lovecraft; as well as Stephen King, Robert Jordan, George RR Martin.
He enjoys cross-country skiing, biking, and burning béarnaise sauce. He has two very active boys who share his wild imagination, and a wonderful wife who supports all the craziness.
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Excerpt
But Sorchal was talking: “So if this is your farm, then you know the drill.” He looked at me funny again. “Gods help us, you better! Do you?”
“Do I what?” I was thinking about the Great Temple and it made me a little scared that people would attack it. It was a very holy place. But then Fa always said holy places were just places. The Gods were always with us. Why was Sorchal so angry?
“Do you know the drill?” he screamed. He needed a nap.
The stranger’s face bunched up like the side of a rotting pumpkin. “Know the drill?”
“What drill?”
“Gods be—” his fists were white balls and he looked like he was going to hop away. He made a noise in his throat. “How long have you lived here?”
“Seventy-seven years, six months, four days, and nine hours.”
He snorted. “All right, you are useless. Who else is home?”
Useless. Yes. Good ol’ Bailey, useless as always. At least he didn’t say other bad words. I heard enough of those Friday night, when Fa and I went out for dinner. “Who else lives here?” he shouted.
“Fa does.”
The strange man’s head bounced like a rabbit. I think he was going to say something mean again, but he just ran to the house. He didn’t say thank you. Maybe he had come from the rock. A rock-person would be mean.
October 22, 2014
The Worst Witch
When I think Halloween I love The Worst Witch! This brings back so much joy watching this bad (yes bad) movie. But it is well known I love bad movies. This is about poor Mildred fighting to be a good witch, and not doing so well. I was one of those girls who wished she could go to witch school, which now later in my adult years turned out I didn’t even get my Hogwarts letter. One Day!
Mildred is one of the young girls at a prestigious witch academy. She can’t seem to do anything right and is picked on by classmates and teachers. The headmistress of the school, Miss Cackle, has an evil twin sister (Agatha) who plans to destroy the school. Can Mildred foil the plan before the Grand Wizard (Tim Curry) comes to the Academy for the Halloween celebration you’ll never forget?!!
October 21, 2014
Mirrored Time by J.D. Faulkner Blog Tour
Title: Mirrored Time
Author: J.D. Faulkner
Series: A Time Archivist Novel (Book 1)
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: May 7 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
First it was water.
Then blood.
And finally smoke.
Gwen Conway never knew there were so many ways to die. Honestly, it was something she would have been happy not knowing.
Maybe, they really are just dreams. Nightmares. But they won’t stop. And dreaming of her death is getting old. Then there’s the sleepwalking. She’d like to pass on that too.
Gwen’s pretty sure the dreams have something to do with her new job. Which of course, is definitely not just a ‘job.’
Don’t get her wrong, working for the Archiver of the Time Streams has its perks. Having the power to travel to any past or future time is fantastic. Plus, there’s Rafe, the ex-gladiator from the future. She’d like to keep him around too. Not that she would tell him that. It’d go straight to his head.
But she’s less than pleased to find herself in the middle of a time travelers’ war. Especially against a crazed half-god who has the power to obliterate the existence of any time or place. And the Guardians, her so called allies? All the help they offer are strict rules and smug superiority. Plus, they seem convinced she’s already lost, that she’s already died.
Gwen is starting to wonder whether she should have read her employment contract more carefully.
Borrowing themes from Greek and Roman legends such as Pandora and the war between the Titans and Olympians, lovers of mythology and fantasy alike will enjoy this mind-bending romp through different times and universes. Well-grounded in the world of today, this urban fantasy stands out from the pack with its complex theories on time travel and unique brand of quirky humor.
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J.D. Faulkner lives in Seattle, Washington. She spends her time reading anything she can get her hands on; studying Greek and Roman mythology; and avoiding the rain whenever she can. MIRRORED TIME is her first novel and book one of the Time Archivist Novels. Currently, she is working on the second book of the series, FRACTURED TIME.
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Excerpt
THE CRACKED FLUORESCENT PANEL on the ceiling buzzed, flickering to darkness for a brief second before flaring back to life with a loud crack. Standing outside the dingy office, a newspaper advertisement clutched in her hand, Gwen Conway wondered what she was doing. Here she was, answering some vague classified with the desperate hope it would lead to a job. A glorified secretarial job. I wonder if I’ll get to fetch coffee too. Oh lucky day.
The hallway itself did little to settle her nerves. The stained linoleum flooring and the bad lighting brought to mind too many horror movies to count. Standing there was creepy enough. Working there? Imagine how charming it would be at night. She read the lettering on the glass-paned door. Alistair Fletcher, Legal Files Specialist and … something. The rest was too faded to make out. Although curious about the full title, she was content with the use of the word ‘legal.’ Not her dream job by any stretch of the imagination, but it was good enough.
Running a hand over her chestnut hair, she hoped it wasn’t a frizzy mess from the rain. It was hard to act the functioning adult when her hair was snarled as if she’d been dragged backwards through a hedge. With a sigh, she practiced a smile. No one was going to hire her if she walked around like a kid who dropped her ice cream cone. Great, now I’m depressed and craving ice cream.
She knocked. Here we go.
The office was bigger than it looked from the outside; and after the dingy light of the hallway, it was brighter too. Her attention was focused on the solitary figure standing in front of a large desk. At her approach, the man offered his hand for her to shake.
“Miss Conway, I presume?” His voice carried a distant hint of rolling green hills and waves on a rocky shore.
Alistair Fletcher wasn’t what she imagined at all. She was expecting an academic eccentric: a smart, but odd man; thinning white hair, stooped shoulders, and owlish eyes hidden behind thick-framed glasses—a grandfatherly type. Who else would be banished to this forgotten basement corridor?
Instead, Mr. Fletcher was tall, and, while somewhere on the far side of middle age, he hadn’t let himself diminish with time. His thick, silver hair was combed back from a high forehead, and his jaw was covered with a neat beard. She didn’t realize she was staring until his eyebrow arched over his steel gray eye.
“That’s me.” Gwen blushed. “Mr. Fletcher?” Her voice cracked, disbelief coloring her words. She was expecting a little old man. Not someone who was … kind of attractive. Her cheeks burned hotter.
“Yes.” The one word contained the hint of a smile. “I hope you didn’t have any trouble finding the office?”
“Not at all.” Her gaze bounced around the room trying to find a safe place to land. Biting her lip, in a gesture carried over from childhood, she dragged her gaze back to the man’s face. Gwen wanted to blame her nerves on the rudeness of the courthouse secretary. As Gwen had asked for directions, the woman’s daggered fingernails tapped out an irritated beat. She had made Gwen feel as welcome as a cockroach in a five-star hotel. “The secretary upstairs, um, told me where to go. I didn’t know we were supposed to use the back entrance to the courthouse. After that, an elevator ride and a couple flights of stairs, nothing too difficult.” She tried not to wince. You’re blathering, Conway. He knows you can go down stairs. How impressive.
Excerpt #2
In a room hidden within a twisting labyrinth, an ancient presence stirred. Something drew him from his rest. Too aware to sleep, he instead spent the endless years dwelling on past events. And planning. Always planning. The ages dripped by at a maddeningly slow pace. Yet he could do nothing, imprisoned behind the glimmering surface of a black framed mirror.
The mirror hung alone in the dusty room. It was crafted with extraordinary skill, each carved figure waiting to come to life at the softest breath. On closer examination, the mirror’s beauty turned grotesque. Hercules, driven mad by Hera, slaughtered his entire family. Prometheus, chained and bound, screamed in agony while a skeletal eagle tore at his liver. Sisyphus, tired and bloodied, struggled to press a boulder up a jagged hill. Set, smile as wicked and sharp as his knife, carved his brother Osiris into tiny pieces and hid them along the banks of the Nile. Each image was more disturbing than the last. Out of the corner of the eye, they writhed in pain.
With a soft crack, a thin fissure appeared on the face of the mirror. A dark smoke slithered out from the flaw and disappeared into the shadows clinging to the corners of the room. A wavering light illuminated the glittering mirror before the room was once again plunged into darkness.
He had waited for eons and conserved his strength. Whatever weakened his prison, it was sufficient. Complete freedom could wait. For now, the power to change would be enough. The Guardians had forced the time streams to remain static for too long. Change would be good.
In fact, change would be excellent. Through change, he would find revenge.
October 20, 2014
A true haunting…
I have two incidents in my life that made me wonder and think of ghost. I am science in nature so there has to be some reason. But these two moments in my life still give me the willies thinking about them. I would like to say that I really want to believe their are ghost, but in a good way not a soul trapped here way.
We had moved into a house that belonged to a friend of my dad’s. His sister and dad both died in the house, and that it was haunted. I will say that it is up in the air if you should be believing crackheads but hey we were young and it was fun to make my sister scared by saying the house was evil. Now she picked the pink room I mean pink there were at least three different pinks in the room, and I wanted to vomit every time I looked at it. So I picked the more boyish room.
One night I was reading IT by Stephen King. I believe this was my first read because I was a freshman in high school. I had school the next day it was clear after 2 in the morning. I had just finished the part where they made and had a vision in the smoke hut, for those who read it you know the scene. I finally was able to try to put the down down, and I turned the light off and tried to sleep. I forgot to add that I have a small collection of porcelain clowns, which thanks to my grandpa started when I was 12. I had one that was pretty creepy with its orange tuffs of hair and large red nose, and most had music boxes in them. Well as I lay there forcing sleep to come the clown starts up and I could hear it swish against the wall as it came to life, and the music box slowly trinkled. My eyes popped open and I left the room quickly decided on sleeping in the living room for the rest of the night with the lamp on by the couch.Now I can’t say it was a ghost, but I would like to point out that clown sure choose the wrong time to come to life that night. I also stopped collecting clowns soon after and went with fairy tale dolls. I did however reread IT two more times. It is way past time for a reread.
The second incident happened a few years later. We had moved to a duplex in a bad area of town. The place of course came with rumors, one was that a woman was killed by her husband another was someone had committed suicide. Of course I milked that with my sisters telling them scary stories. Well my middle sister’s friend was visiting from Oregon. I am not sure where my sister was but me and her friend had settled in to sleep. Me in my bed and my sister’s friend in her bed. As we laid there the closet door opened. Already we were wide eyed wondering what the hell just happened. Her bag, which was sitting on the top of the closet, fell on the floor, and we watched the closet door close. I got the couch that night the other two slept on the ground. My sister, who had missed it thought we were crazy. All I can say is that I remember every part of that night, and it still is kind of freaky.
Ghost or not they were pretty freaky incidents that had happened. I have had smaller ones but nothing as crazy as those.
If you had a real life ghost run in I would love to hear your story. Or did something weird happen that you can’t explain? Leave me a comment and tell me all about it!
October 19, 2014
Sunday Snippet: Playing with Magic
“It is a town with people!” Rowan shouted back to the others.
“Maybe we shouldn’t stop,” Jaime said.
A man dressed in ragged jeans and a torn shirt flagged them down. Rowan pulled over. Drake rolled his window down.
“Hello good souls,” the man said. “I see you have a driveable vehicle. Where, may I ask, are you heading?” He leaned in a little to see the other faces peeking from the back. Drake moved his head away because the man stunk like road kill.
“We’re heading to Florida,” River said over Drake’s shoulder.
“Florida,” the man said and he went still as if thinking. “Would you all like to come be dinner guests? We don’t get many people for dinner.”
“Sure, sounds good. We haven’t had a good dinner since we left,” River said as Rowan elbowed him frowning.
So yes here was finally a living uninfected person but the world had changed and they can’t be sure of too many people. A crazy army had swept through the mall they lived in breaking River’s arm but not killing anyone else. They did find the body of a young girl in the funhouse which disturbed them. But the people who survived without a safe house had to be a little off. Something didn’t feel right to Rowan.
“How many people do you have in here so we can prepare for you all?” the man asked. Rowan was getting a very creepy vibe from this man. Maybe it was the airy way he spoke, his torn cloths and the sunken eyes that didn’t look healthy.
“Six, and two babies,” Drake said.
“Babies, hmm,” the man said to himself. He turned his hazel eyes to Rowan. “You park right up there at the town hall. We will be waiting in the building for you.” He smiled and walked off.
Rowan turned in his seat. “I don’t know guys. Something doesn’t feel right.”
Linden smacked his shoulder hard. “Come on. It’s just some friendly people who haven’t seen people in a while. We can totally understand that.”
“Maybe, Rowan’s right,” Jaime said looking at the town hall.
River gave them all a hostile look. “He’s not, let’s go,” he told them between gritted teeth. He opened the door and jumped out to the ground, and then slammed it hard enough to shatter something in the back. One of the babies woke up screaming, waking the other which joined in crying.
The town looked like it had seen better days. Windows were boarded up and a few of the buildings down the street looked charred. The road looked warn and used, and River saw no cars around. He heard just the sound of a rusty metal wind chime. No children laughter like back home, no sounds of people living. It made him homesick. He would give anything to be at home at that moment with Rowan and Autumn. Having dinner and talking about what they had done throughout the day.
“Look maybe we should check it out, but just in case leave the ladies in here,” Drake said.
“Or I can just stay right here,” Rowan said.
“If I’m going, you’re going,” River replied at his window.
Linden tapped his foot impatiently on the sidewalk waiting for the others to come out. When they got out, he looked back in the Winnebago. “Where are the others?”
“They’re not really hungry,” Drake said.
River shook his head and reached for the doorknob to the town hall, and pulled it open. If he thought the heat was bad outside, the inside was five times as bad. And the smell.
“What is that awful smell? Hopefully not dinner,” Linden said behind him holding his nose.
There were twenty people sitting before a platform. The man who greeted them smiled. “Welcome to our home,” he said shouting at them. “We’ve been waiting for dinner.”
Rowan’s eyebrows went up. “Umm,” he said. That so did not sound right, his brain said in a whisper. One thing he had learned in the past six years was that you are allowed to be scared, but showing it could cause the wrong people to notice.
Linden removed his fingers from his nose, and clapped his hands together. “Great so have I,” he said. The people were getting out of their seats and walking closer.
River started to feel a little nervous. “So what are we having?” The people all smiled at him as they walked closer. “Okay maybe its outside,” he said walking backwards to the door brushing against Rowan.
“See,” Rowan said in a whisper, “this is not right.”
(Coming Soon!!)
October 15, 2014
Author Allie Burke Has a Secret About Halloween Guest Post
So, I hate Halloween. I know! I’m sorry! Don’t throw fruit!!
I hide from Halloween for a multitude of reasons, the most common of them being the fact that I don’t like being scared. I don’t like horror movies, or haunted houses, or those things you pay to go to so a bunch of zombies can chase you around, or whatever. I don’t go around looking for paranormal activity, or invite ghosts in. I’m not oblivious to their existence, but I don’t have to like it. I also associate the holiday with torture to animals, specifically cats, and I have a cat that I couldn’t bear to live without, so I typically spend the evening making sure that she is safe. And I had this fear of being poisoned for years in my early twenties so the thought of random candy kind of freaks me out. Oh and when I have dressed up, no one ever gets my costume because it’s always book-related, and no one I know really reads books. Not like, in real life.
So I’m not really a fan, but I have my reasons.
I do have a funny Halloween story, though. It was funny to me at the time and then funny again when I found out how much of a numbskull I was when I was a child.
I was in junior high, I think, and my friend wanted to go see this movie called Scream 2, and even though I was not a horror fan then either, I went, because what else are you supposed to do when you’re twelve? I hadn’t seen the first film in the whole Scream world, but the thought that I should see the first film didn’t even cross my mind at the time. I’d never even heard of it.
So it was like, July—I remember it being hot—and this dude is like standing at the double doors ripping tickets in a black robe and white mask.
And I said to my friend, “Is it Halloween or something?” and I laughed, because I thought I was soooooo funny, and she gave me this look like YOU IDIOT, and I laughed some more, and didn’t get it until I was like twenty-six and watched the movie again and was like OHHHHHH I GET IT and then I laughed again.
Anyway, I liked the remake of Halloween and the only shows I watch are like The Walking Dead, Vampire Diaries, and Supernatural. Pumpkin points?
Paper Souls by Allie Burke Blog Tour
Title: Paper Souls
Author: Allie Burke
Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Dark Literary Fiction
Publisher: Booktrope
Release Date: Sept 9 2014
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
From the author of the bestselling genre-defining Enchanters series, comes a new literary tour de force about Emily, a young woman balancing two worlds between her fingertips: the one that is real to her and the one that is real to everyone else…
The question is: which one will she choose?
Never romanticizing what it means to be a twenty-something schizophrenic in a world broken by normalcy and half-baked fairytales, Allie Burke’s latest novel unites Emily and her world at large spanning from the streets of Russia, to the sheets of her bed, to the idiosyncratic comfort she gets from worlds that don’t exist at all.
Woven with angst and darkness, bursting with heartache, Paper Souls tells of the irreparably damaged and broken, and how they survive.
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Author Information
An American novelist, book critic, and magazine editor from Burbank, California, Allie Burke writes books she can’t find in the bookstore. Having been recognized as writing a “kickass book that defies the genre it’s in”, Allie writes with a prose that has been labeled poetic and ethereal.
Her life is a beautiful disaster, flowered with the harrowing existence of inherited eccentricity, a murderous family history, a faithful literature addiction, and the intricate darkness of true love. These are the enchanting experiences that inspire Allie’s fairytales.
From some coffee shop in Los Angeles, she is working on her next novel.
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Excerpts
Emily was four when the universe yanked her childhood from her grasp.
She was in a room in a location she didn’t remember. Her mother, Karla, had moved her around too much after she had left Emily’s father for her to remember every house they lived in, every school she went to. It was every year, sometimes twice or three times in a year.
Emily was lying in bed. It was dark—her mother didn’t believe in night lights for four year olds, apparently. She wasn’t scared of the dark at that time, just as she didn’t fear it now. Her life had been a sandwich of fear. With all the bad parts trapped on the inside.
She couldn’t sleep when she was a child. From those corners of fear, amongst the photos on the walls, the wall paint, the walls themselves, emerged shadows. Dark, strange, mysterious, bizarre, horrific shadows. They clawed at the walls, crawling downward and inching towards the floor. Beneath her bed was a pool of blackness that looked to her like the sticky pools at the La Brea Tar Pits. Except, the carpet in her childhood room was white.
They spoke to her. They still do. It’s in a language that doesn’t exist, in a tone that no person trying to get the message across would ever use. A dark, deep man’s voice whispers the words Emily cannot understand. At four years old, his imaginary lips were right next to her ear, whooshing the words at her like a violent wind, threatening to dry out her skin until it cracked open and let him inside.
Emily couldn’t remember what she did at the time; how she reacted. She didn’t remember being scared, but she was four. And she used to have these panic attacks in the middle of the night, so . . . who knows.
She had told Seth about them once. She was twenty-three. He was scared. He shook his head and told her to stop talking because she was freaking him out. She told her mom, too, in her early twenties. Karla, Emily’s mother, couldn’t believe that she didn’t notice what her daughter was going through. She kind of laughed, then. It was strange to Emily how a conversation about her hearing voices at four years old turned into a conversation about Karla being a shitty mother and inevitably earned a giggle. Even stranger is the fact that she would think it was strange, since that’s the only kind of behavior Emily had ever known from a mother.
Now, the voices just irritated her. Not when she’s home, she doesn’t care about sleep; she’ll sleep when she’s dead. But in public, in broad daylight? When she was in college, or at Danielle’s, at Shore? She struggled. To be normal. To appear normal. But she wasn’t scared of the voices now.
She connected the comfort her own insanity brought her with the warm sensation she felt in her chest when she looked at Brendan. He didn’t scare her. People, in general, scared her, but Brendan Tanner didn’t.
October 13, 2014
Linda Bloodworth Stops in to share her Top 5 Halloween Movies
Hallowe’en is a great time of year. Nothing like the rush of filling a pillow case full of candy. Sigh. I really enjoyed that. As I’m not really the trick or treat age anymore, I’ve found that spending the night with scary ass movies works just fine.
Here’s a list of my favourite Hallowe’en movies:
1. Donnie Darko:
This movie has everything: awesome 80’s soundtrack, time travel, Jake Gyllenhaal, a sassy gym teacher who gets told a thing or two, Patrick Swayze, and a love story. My character Moira quotes this to my main character Justice. I love this quote, it seriously makes me laugh every time. Oh – the movie climax takes place on Hallowe’en night.
2. The Suicide Club
This movie was seriously messed up. I just didn’t understand why people would do this, but then again I’m not in that mind frame. It was an incredibly odd film, but it really is a mind fuck if you’re into that kind of thing.
3. The Others
I won’t give it away for anyone who hasn’t watched this movie, but it seriously impressed me. I usually don’t like Nicole Kidman all that much, but I actually believed she cared for these children. The premise is there are ghosts living in the house with the family. It’s terrifying in a psychological way and I cannot get some of the images out of my mind.
4. American Psycho
Where to begin with this movie? Christian Bale plays a powerful investment banker who is obsessed with business cards, Huey Lewis and the News, and being able to one up his ‘friends’. Not only is a raging psycho who goes on a killing spree, but he’s so calm about it. I suppose that is what some crazy people are like? I have to say it’s a dark movie, but I can totally see how all the events build up to drive the main character nuts. It’s so well done and thought out. Highly recommend it.
5. Coraline
Don’t be fooled with the animation. Coraline is hardly a kid’s movie. I found it rather disturbing and I don’t even want to go on about it.
All in all, Halloween comes in different forms. For some it’s a cute costume, and candy. Just depends what you’re into.
Bio:
Linda Bloodworth loves chips, like really, ketchup to be exact. Ketchup chips are only found in Canada. Lucky for Linda she lives in Toronto with her husband and three fur babies. In between writing, debating for hours about the Oxford comma and the misunderstood semi colon, Linda enjoys camping and getting away from the city on day trips.
Currently, Linda is working on her first novel named A Raven’s Touch. The story is mainly paranormal with a fantasy twist.
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Born with a secret Justice discovers her Heaven sent powers make her God’s demon slayer. When she meets mystery man Darien her whole world changes. Justice discovers they both have a demon joint enemy – Daria. Alongside her friends Moira and Tom, the four of them team up to fight Hell on earth.
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October 10, 2014
My top 10 scary favorites
I’m going to share my top ten Horror Movies. Before we start I am a horror movie fanatic. A few years ago me and a friend went and pushed our boundaries on watching and finding some of the craziest horror movies. Some have made the list, while you’ll see some great classics.
Day of the Dead the original by George A Romero. I love Bub the Zombie and then the epic line ‘Choke on ‘em!’.
Nightmare on Elm Street original. Scary Freddy, and young Johnny Depp.
Inside-French movie-Crazy movie. You need to have a strong stomach to get through it. Most mothers might not be able to make it through. I am not even sure I could watch it again. Which is why it is a top ten.
Critters 2- Critters 1 was okay but it’s the Easter bunny scene that really got me.
The Hills Have Eyes and The Evil Dead Remakes- OMG
Dead Alive (Peter Jackson’s zombie movie) this is gross and funny, come on rat monkey and zombie baby.
Slither-Love James Gunn and Slither has an awesome cast.
Event Horizon- Space is scary shit.
The Feast series. This has gore, dark comedy and more gore, plus monsters!
Rabid-Cronenberg makes amazing movies btw.
Also Notable movies are Poltergeist, Zombi, Teeth (Vigina teeth!), Diary of the Dead, Night of the Creeps, Night of the Comet, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, The remake of Dawn of the DeadPlanet Terror and From Dusk til Dawn.
