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June 24, 2015
To Be Continued…or not
Originally posted on S. K. Epperson:
Several readers have asked if there is a sequel to Green Lake. When I completed the book, in my mind, it was the perfect place to end things and there was no real need to go further with the story, so nope, there’s no sequel. (I suck, I know.)…
Several readers have asked if there is a sequel to Green Lake. When I completed the book, in my mind, it was the perfect place to end things and there was no real need to go further with the story, so nope, there’s no sequel. (I suck, I know.)…
June 21, 2015
Trying to Touch
I have this crazy idea in my head that these two particular trees in my yard have been struggling for years to actually bridge the gap and touch, but each time they come close, someone cuts them back. Today I promised them it won’t be me. Let trees do what trees will. Filed under: author, […]
June 15, 2015
Things That Inspire Horror Authors #4
Extended Visits from Family – When you’re accustomed to being lord of your own manor, eating what you like whenever you like, showering at any time of day and expecting hot water every time, keeping a sparsely populated fridge and liking everything in your home exactly as you have it…and then suddenly there are family members […]
April 28, 2015
Comfort Women
Was awed to hear the first reporter allowed a question during the news conference today to ask Japan’s Prime Minister Shinzo Abe about the over 200,000 women kidnapped and used as sex slaves during WWII. Abe’s answer was not exactly the apology asked for (Japan did that in the 90’s) but an assurance of efforts […]
April 11, 2015
Unexpectedly Popular – The Bind
The curtain moves and August displays his badge. The door opens and Medea steps outside. She is earthy, sensual, and smiling. Her mouth opens to issue a greeting held soundless on her lips. She blinks as if in faint recognition.
August's nostrils flare as he takes in the sight and scent of her. Up close, she looks better than he ever imagined.
Then he remembers his purpose.
“I need to speak with Medea Durham.”
“You are,” she says. “I'm Medea.”
“You're a midwife?”
Her brow crinkles. “You sound surprised. Is this about the grave robber?”
“Yes. May I come in?”
Medea nods and stands aside to allow him entrance.
Inside her living room, he sees books, more books, very little furniture and many potted herb plants. Medea points to a sofa and August sits. She takes a chair across from him.
“Are you the sheriff? Can you explain what fell from the sky today?”
“No to both questions. My name is August McClure. I'm Undersheriff.”
Medea's eyes flicker as she registers the name. “Then the grave robbed was a relative?”
“My great grandfather. You told the officer you saw someone leaving the cemetery in a hurry.”
“I didn't see much. It was just before dawn. A man holding a bag was all I could make out.”
“A bag?”
“Yes. A garbage bag. One of the big ones.”
August goes still as he recalls the grinning man he exchanged stares with that morning.
“Was he an older man? Strange eyes?”
“I'm sorry. I couldn't say. I certainly didn't get the impression of age. He was moving fairly quickly.”
“It's not many women who'll jump out and go traipsing through a graveyard in the dark,” August comments.
Her mouth twists. “I'm afraid of a lot of things, Mr. McClure, but the dark and the dead aren't on the list.”
Her frankness inspires him to look openly at her. “You have an unusual name.”
She nods. “Yes, I do.”
“From the Greek tragedy?”
“You know your literature.”
“Some hicks do. It's a pretty name, but she was one wicked piece of work.”
“Another someone who didn't mind the dark or the dead.”
“Or killing her own family,” August says.
Medea rises suddenly and walks toward the door. The easy feeling between them has evaporated.
August's nostrils flare as he takes in the sight and scent of her. Up close, she looks better than he ever imagined.
Then he remembers his purpose.
“I need to speak with Medea Durham.”
“You are,” she says. “I'm Medea.”
“You're a midwife?”
Her brow crinkles. “You sound surprised. Is this about the grave robber?”
“Yes. May I come in?”
Medea nods and stands aside to allow him entrance.
Inside her living room, he sees books, more books, very little furniture and many potted herb plants. Medea points to a sofa and August sits. She takes a chair across from him.
“Are you the sheriff? Can you explain what fell from the sky today?”
“No to both questions. My name is August McClure. I'm Undersheriff.”
Medea's eyes flicker as she registers the name. “Then the grave robbed was a relative?”
“My great grandfather. You told the officer you saw someone leaving the cemetery in a hurry.”
“I didn't see much. It was just before dawn. A man holding a bag was all I could make out.”
“A bag?”
“Yes. A garbage bag. One of the big ones.”
August goes still as he recalls the grinning man he exchanged stares with that morning.
“Was he an older man? Strange eyes?”
“I'm sorry. I couldn't say. I certainly didn't get the impression of age. He was moving fairly quickly.”
“It's not many women who'll jump out and go traipsing through a graveyard in the dark,” August comments.
Her mouth twists. “I'm afraid of a lot of things, Mr. McClure, but the dark and the dead aren't on the list.”
Her frankness inspires him to look openly at her. “You have an unusual name.”
She nods. “Yes, I do.”
“From the Greek tragedy?”
“You know your literature.”
“Some hicks do. It's a pretty name, but she was one wicked piece of work.”
“Another someone who didn't mind the dark or the dead.”
“Or killing her own family,” August says.
Medea rises suddenly and walks toward the door. The easy feeling between them has evaporated.
April 5, 2015
Happy Easter — Michael Sowa
Originally posted on Biblioklept:
S.K. Epperson:Can’t resist. Originally posted on Biblioklept: View originalFiled under: Art, Drawing, Funny, horror Tagged: Bunny, Happy Easter, Hilarious, Not for kids
S.K. Epperson:Can’t resist. Originally posted on Biblioklept: View originalFiled under: Art, Drawing, Funny, horror Tagged: Bunny, Happy Easter, Hilarious, Not for kids
March 24, 2015
What Was the Fate of the Five Sodder Children?
Originally posted on Historic Horrors:
From left: Maurice (14), Martha (12), Louis (10), Jennie (8), Betty (6) On Christmas Eve of 1945 in Fayetteville, West Virginia, George and Jennie Sodder had been celebrating the Christmas season with nine of their ten children. Their son, Joe, was away in the Army. As the night grew later…
From left: Maurice (14), Martha (12), Louis (10), Jennie (8), Betty (6) On Christmas Eve of 1945 in Fayetteville, West Virginia, George and Jennie Sodder had been celebrating the Christmas season with nine of their ten children. Their son, Joe, was away in the Army. As the night grew later…
February 19, 2015
When Does Art Imitate Life? Ask Louie the Clown
Joyland’s Louie the Clown found in the home of registered sex offender. http://www.kansas.com/news/local/arti... But not just one abandoned theme park inspired the setting in ROLLERCOASTER but a culmination of sad, derelict places visible on dozens of videos on YouTube. Take your pick. (All memories of creepy pee-stinky clowns with turning heads and waving hands over the Wurlitzer […]
February 17, 2015
Free Audio – Op Donja
Op Donja from The Vision and Other Tales A drug cartel pirates a yacht and mistakenly leaves one little girl alive in the water. She is found by three bumbling surfers and a Brit on the lam who hates dogs and postal carriers but has a weakness for maimed orphans. read by Evan Epperson […]
February 8, 2015
Rollercoaster
Sara Broulliet, owner of an abandoned amusement park is shocked to learn a Japanese film crew shooting a horror movie on the premises has disappeared. She sends her musician brother, Moe Sexton, to check things out and then loses her new and long time in coming love interest inside the park minutes after their arrival. […]
