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March 21, 2019
Reading in Bed
Last night, while all the cool people were making sex tapes, I read my poem “A Tale That Ate Its Own Title” (from The Horror Zine) aloud, with Moby’s “Chord Sounds” playing in the background.
Watch it at: https://youtu.be/wK8KergzCbg
Watch it at: https://youtu.be/wK8KergzCbg
March 11, 2019
The Horror Fiction Review
Christine Morgan was kind enough to review The Forever Big Top (plus a few other books) in The Horror Fiction Review. Thanks, Christine!
Read the entire column at: http://thehorrorfictionreview.blogspo...
Read the entire column at: http://thehorrorfictionreview.blogspo...
March 5, 2019
Skateboarders in Horror Month – Day 5 Update
Late last night, a handful of us skateboarding horror authors got together and compared notes. After the usual brah, brah, brah, blah, blah, blahing withered away, a sale was reported. Hooray!
“A victory for one skateboarding horror author is a victory for all skateboarding horror authors!” we chanted, in our revelry. But then things took a turn for the strange.
You see, my skateboarding horror author peers selected none other than I to be honored, in recognition of my efforts to raise awareness of our plight. “You’re just like Martin Lube McFly Jr.,” they told me. “Or McDonald Gandhi…or that one dude…Jesus H. Kris Kross.”
So I’m telling you now just like I told them. Sure, I’m a hero, but let’s not get carried away here. It is the duty of any sane world citizen to confront wrongs head-on, and I’m just the guy that fate selected, in this case.
You see, the skateboarding and horror industries are similar in one respect: neither can comfortably abide the skateboarding horror author. “Why use your hands for anything but fingerflips and tweaked grabs?” ask the skaters. “What the hell makes feet so neat?” enquire the writers.
Only in the company of other skateboarding horror authors can we skateboarding horror authors truly feel accepted. But all that can change, via nothing more elaborate than piles upon piles of greenbacks. Support us in our efforts…or else.
Skateboarders in Horror Month
“A victory for one skateboarding horror author is a victory for all skateboarding horror authors!” we chanted, in our revelry. But then things took a turn for the strange.
You see, my skateboarding horror author peers selected none other than I to be honored, in recognition of my efforts to raise awareness of our plight. “You’re just like Martin Lube McFly Jr.,” they told me. “Or McDonald Gandhi…or that one dude…Jesus H. Kris Kross.”
So I’m telling you now just like I told them. Sure, I’m a hero, but let’s not get carried away here. It is the duty of any sane world citizen to confront wrongs head-on, and I’m just the guy that fate selected, in this case.
You see, the skateboarding and horror industries are similar in one respect: neither can comfortably abide the skateboarding horror author. “Why use your hands for anything but fingerflips and tweaked grabs?” ask the skaters. “What the hell makes feet so neat?” enquire the writers.
Only in the company of other skateboarding horror authors can we skateboarding horror authors truly feel accepted. But all that can change, via nothing more elaborate than piles upon piles of greenbacks. Support us in our efforts…or else.
Skateboarders in Horror Month
March 3, 2019
Skateboarders in Horror Month – Day 3 Update
Okay, listen, people. Though it gives me no great satisfaction to point this out, the other skateboarding horror authors and I have been talking. Many promises were made. “Sure, we’ll support your fiction in March; it sounds like a fantastic cause,” you told us. Yet here we are, three days into our aforementioned month, and your earlier claims now ring a bit hollow.
The other skateboarding horror authors are now frothing-mad, declaring that you are all, literally, worse than Hitler. I, however, yet optimistic, believe that each of you can be as great of a leader as Kim Jong-un, if you just open up your hearts and show us some support.
We know that you take issue with our terminology. “Why refer to yourselves as skateboarding horror authors?” you ask. “Why not skateboarder horror authors or skateboarder/horror authors? Isn't that more grammatically proper? After all, you’re not always skateboarding.”
Therein lies your ignorance. You see, a skateboarding horror author is always skateboarding…in their mind (whoa!). How else could they maintain their sanity in an industry that only elects to ignore or victimize them?
We thought that when those incestuous chimp molesters in charge of horror literature granted us Skateboarders in Horror Month that 2019 would finally be our year.
Make it happen, people! A better future demands it.
The other skateboarding horror authors are now frothing-mad, declaring that you are all, literally, worse than Hitler. I, however, yet optimistic, believe that each of you can be as great of a leader as Kim Jong-un, if you just open up your hearts and show us some support.
We know that you take issue with our terminology. “Why refer to yourselves as skateboarding horror authors?” you ask. “Why not skateboarder horror authors or skateboarder/horror authors? Isn't that more grammatically proper? After all, you’re not always skateboarding.”
Therein lies your ignorance. You see, a skateboarding horror author is always skateboarding…in their mind (whoa!). How else could they maintain their sanity in an industry that only elects to ignore or victimize them?
We thought that when those incestuous chimp molesters in charge of horror literature granted us Skateboarders in Horror Month that 2019 would finally be our year.
Make it happen, people! A better future demands it.
March 2, 2019
Year's Best Hardcore Horror Volume 4 (Kindle Edition) Pre-Order
The Kindle edition of Red Room Press' Year's Best Hardcore Horror Volume 4, which will include my own "Bloodletting and Intrigue on All Hallows' Eve" amongst its many composure-crippling offerings, is now available for pre-order, with April 16th as its release date.
Get yours at:
https://www.amazon.com/Years-Best-Har...
Product description:
PREORDER PRICE ONLY 3.99 (5.99 AFTER PUBLICATION DATE)
Red Room Press is extremely proud to present its fourth annual anthology featuring this year's hardcore corps of authors with the best extreme horror fiction of 2018 that breaks boundaries and trashes taboos.
First up is “Vigil” by Chad Lutzke. Chad takes us into a neighborhood where a steady stream of decayed corpses are exhumed from a neighbor’s cellar. Extreme olfactory horror at its best.
Deborah Sheldon went under the knife for the inspiration of “Hair And Teeth,” and the result is a tale of gynaecological body horror likely to terrify women and make most men squeamish.
With “Rut Season” Brian Hodge makes a return to Year’s-Best pages in a tale as chilling as it is heart-wrenching, inspired by a thousand-mile drive littered with roadkill and some personal tragedies.
“Control” by Jeff Parsons introduces us to a meth addict stalking potential victims in Central Park to get money for the next score.
Annie Neugebauer is back with “Cilantro,” a Neugebauerian yarn of culinary chaos sure to turn stomachs and cause nightmares.
Tim Waggoner likewise returns this year with “Voices Like Barbwire,” an exploratory dig into old wounds and painful memories.
Rebecca Rowland’s “Bent” wins the Most Cringe-worthy Story honor with her twisted tale of extreme body horror. Her well-drawn characters seem to come off the page but God forbid they do. Their idea of a pretzel party is truly twisted.
Scath Beorh takes Lovecraftian cosmic horror to its next level with “Lord of the Mesa.”
Sean Patrick Hazlett’s story “The Godhead Grimoire” possesses dangerous religious overtones and a forbidden bloodthirsty book.
“Carnal Bodies” by R.E. Hellinger is a shocking story of baroque horror and demonic necrophilia from Two Dead Queers Present: Guillozine. You’ll have to read this one to believe it.
In “Crossroads of Opportunity” Ed Kurtz and doungjai gam take you on a-deal-with-the-devil-at-the-crossroads trip with a son driving his dead mother to an uncertain destination. Trouble is, his mother is a bit of a backseat driver and she just won’t shut up.
Seras Nikita’s “Dad’s Famous Preserves” won’t do much for your appetite but it will show you a recipe for disaster when a jungle missionary’s foot infection blossoms into a stomach-churning nightmare.
“The Bearded Woman,” brought all the way from Rome, Italy, by the inimitable Alessandro Manzetti. His dystopian future tale takes us for a ride in the Bearded Woman’s circus trailer as she and her dwarf husband bring their marriage to a bloody end.
Sara Tantlinger’s “The Devil’s Dreamland” takes us inside the Murder Castle of the infamous H.H. Holmes with her brilliant narrative poem of macabre beauty.
Frank Oreto’s “All God’s Creatures Got Reasons” reveals that there are real monsters walking among us, monsters with a savage appetite for young flesh, but they are so skilled at covering their tracks, we never even know they’re there.
“The Ugly” by J.R. Park introduces us to a couple of sweet little kids who may have a good reason for torturing and eating cats. It’s a way to keep the Ugly at bay. Or is it?
Doug Ford’s “I Have a Confession” takes a coldblooded plunge into sex with a ghost. But what if it’s not a ghost?
In “When the Owls Call” Lyman Graves takes us “stealth camping” in a Texas park after hours, where a strange and dangerous gathering is taking place. David Lynch might say, “The owls are not what they seem.” But are they?
Jeremy Thompson is back this year with his nefarious pal the Hallowfiend in “Bloodletting and Intrigue On All Hallows’ Eve.” With a stylistic nod to Ray Bradbury, Jeremy delivers on our promise that something twisted this way comes.
Capping it all off, Alicia Hilton serves up “Monkey See, Monkey Do” as a tasty little nightcap (for those with hardcore tastes).
Salud!
Sleep well. If you can.
—Randy Chandler & Cheryl Mullenax
Get yours at:
https://www.amazon.com/Years-Best-Har...
Product description:
PREORDER PRICE ONLY 3.99 (5.99 AFTER PUBLICATION DATE)
Red Room Press is extremely proud to present its fourth annual anthology featuring this year's hardcore corps of authors with the best extreme horror fiction of 2018 that breaks boundaries and trashes taboos.
First up is “Vigil” by Chad Lutzke. Chad takes us into a neighborhood where a steady stream of decayed corpses are exhumed from a neighbor’s cellar. Extreme olfactory horror at its best.
Deborah Sheldon went under the knife for the inspiration of “Hair And Teeth,” and the result is a tale of gynaecological body horror likely to terrify women and make most men squeamish.
With “Rut Season” Brian Hodge makes a return to Year’s-Best pages in a tale as chilling as it is heart-wrenching, inspired by a thousand-mile drive littered with roadkill and some personal tragedies.
“Control” by Jeff Parsons introduces us to a meth addict stalking potential victims in Central Park to get money for the next score.
Annie Neugebauer is back with “Cilantro,” a Neugebauerian yarn of culinary chaos sure to turn stomachs and cause nightmares.
Tim Waggoner likewise returns this year with “Voices Like Barbwire,” an exploratory dig into old wounds and painful memories.
Rebecca Rowland’s “Bent” wins the Most Cringe-worthy Story honor with her twisted tale of extreme body horror. Her well-drawn characters seem to come off the page but God forbid they do. Their idea of a pretzel party is truly twisted.
Scath Beorh takes Lovecraftian cosmic horror to its next level with “Lord of the Mesa.”
Sean Patrick Hazlett’s story “The Godhead Grimoire” possesses dangerous religious overtones and a forbidden bloodthirsty book.
“Carnal Bodies” by R.E. Hellinger is a shocking story of baroque horror and demonic necrophilia from Two Dead Queers Present: Guillozine. You’ll have to read this one to believe it.
In “Crossroads of Opportunity” Ed Kurtz and doungjai gam take you on a-deal-with-the-devil-at-the-crossroads trip with a son driving his dead mother to an uncertain destination. Trouble is, his mother is a bit of a backseat driver and she just won’t shut up.
Seras Nikita’s “Dad’s Famous Preserves” won’t do much for your appetite but it will show you a recipe for disaster when a jungle missionary’s foot infection blossoms into a stomach-churning nightmare.
“The Bearded Woman,” brought all the way from Rome, Italy, by the inimitable Alessandro Manzetti. His dystopian future tale takes us for a ride in the Bearded Woman’s circus trailer as she and her dwarf husband bring their marriage to a bloody end.
Sara Tantlinger’s “The Devil’s Dreamland” takes us inside the Murder Castle of the infamous H.H. Holmes with her brilliant narrative poem of macabre beauty.
Frank Oreto’s “All God’s Creatures Got Reasons” reveals that there are real monsters walking among us, monsters with a savage appetite for young flesh, but they are so skilled at covering their tracks, we never even know they’re there.
“The Ugly” by J.R. Park introduces us to a couple of sweet little kids who may have a good reason for torturing and eating cats. It’s a way to keep the Ugly at bay. Or is it?
Doug Ford’s “I Have a Confession” takes a coldblooded plunge into sex with a ghost. But what if it’s not a ghost?
In “When the Owls Call” Lyman Graves takes us “stealth camping” in a Texas park after hours, where a strange and dangerous gathering is taking place. David Lynch might say, “The owls are not what they seem.” But are they?
Jeremy Thompson is back this year with his nefarious pal the Hallowfiend in “Bloodletting and Intrigue On All Hallows’ Eve.” With a stylistic nod to Ray Bradbury, Jeremy delivers on our promise that something twisted this way comes.
Capping it all off, Alicia Hilton serves up “Monkey See, Monkey Do” as a tasty little nightcap (for those with hardcore tastes).
Salud!
Sleep well. If you can.
—Randy Chandler & Cheryl Mullenax
March 1, 2019
Skateboarders in Horror Month Begins Today!
We all know the stories:
Skateboarding horror authors spending months crafting manuscripts, only to send them to no-simul-sub publishers who never respond.
Skateboarding horror authors making it onto short lists, again and again, only to have their hopes crushed after years-long waits.
Skateboarding horror authors finally making it into print, only to have errors inserted into their stories by their editors.
Skateboarding horror authors getting ripped off on royalties. (Indeed, treachery abounds!)
And perhaps the most frequent: Skateboarding horror authors being cornered at conventions, pinned defenseless, and gang-raped by fat men.
Finally, my fellow skateboarding horror authors and I had enough. Assembling as a social justice-hungry horde, we marched down to the offices of the half-dead pigfuckers in charge of horror literature. Forcing ourselves therein, with the most impassioned of rhetoric, we argued for recognition and respect in an industry that would rather ignore us or fuck us in the absolute worst of ways.
Somehow, we swayed those head honchos. Indeed, tears trickled down their zeppelinesque cheeks as they granted us our most fervent desire: Skateboarders in Horror Month, which will span all of March, save for Saint Patrick’s Day.
So what does this mean for you, the intelligence reading this? Well, clearly, you must buy and read horror fiction authored by skateboarders, and leave fantastic reviews when you’re finished. Our novels, preferably.
But, hey, you’re a good person. You were planning to do that anyway, weren’t you?
Get on it.
Skateboarders in Horror Month
Skateboarding horror authors spending months crafting manuscripts, only to send them to no-simul-sub publishers who never respond.
Skateboarding horror authors making it onto short lists, again and again, only to have their hopes crushed after years-long waits.
Skateboarding horror authors finally making it into print, only to have errors inserted into their stories by their editors.
Skateboarding horror authors getting ripped off on royalties. (Indeed, treachery abounds!)
And perhaps the most frequent: Skateboarding horror authors being cornered at conventions, pinned defenseless, and gang-raped by fat men.
Finally, my fellow skateboarding horror authors and I had enough. Assembling as a social justice-hungry horde, we marched down to the offices of the half-dead pigfuckers in charge of horror literature. Forcing ourselves therein, with the most impassioned of rhetoric, we argued for recognition and respect in an industry that would rather ignore us or fuck us in the absolute worst of ways.
Somehow, we swayed those head honchos. Indeed, tears trickled down their zeppelinesque cheeks as they granted us our most fervent desire: Skateboarders in Horror Month, which will span all of March, save for Saint Patrick’s Day.
So what does this mean for you, the intelligence reading this? Well, clearly, you must buy and read horror fiction authored by skateboarders, and leave fantastic reviews when you’re finished. Our novels, preferably.
But, hey, you’re a good person. You were planning to do that anyway, weren’t you?
Get on it.
Skateboarders in Horror Month
February 21, 2019
The Fetus and Other Stories - Free Kindle Edition
Free for one day only (today!): The Fetus and Other Stories (Kindle edition). Get yours at: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00...
February 15, 2019
Skateboarders in Horror Month
I know that this is a couple of weeks early, but I couldn't resist:
In Celebration of Skateboarders in Horror Month
by Jeremy Thompson
As one of countless skateboarding authors overlooked by most readers, when I learned that the blubberous, elderly scumfucks running the horror industry had designated March as Skateboarders in Horror Month (from now until eternity), I was ecstatic. I mean, sure, we’ve all read the works of long-dead skateboarders like Shirley Jackson and Mary Shelley (who undoubtedly shredded ramps of Skatelite and prose with an adroitness matched by few), but what about the skateboarders of today, who find themselves agonized and famished, exiled behind walls of indifference? Skaters like.........and.........and.........and, of course, me. Me, me, me. Me, me, me, me, me.
So just remember, when March rolls around, as a reader and a human, if you want to consider yourself anything but a Nazi, you are obligated to support Skateboarders in Horror Month. Buy our books, leave great reviews, and complement our appearances if you see us in public. Or else, when the literary revolution finally transpires, you’ll be exiled with the rest of the monsters to the Island of the Un-Woke.
Deal with it.
In Celebration of Skateboarders in Horror Month
by Jeremy Thompson
As one of countless skateboarding authors overlooked by most readers, when I learned that the blubberous, elderly scumfucks running the horror industry had designated March as Skateboarders in Horror Month (from now until eternity), I was ecstatic. I mean, sure, we’ve all read the works of long-dead skateboarders like Shirley Jackson and Mary Shelley (who undoubtedly shredded ramps of Skatelite and prose with an adroitness matched by few), but what about the skateboarders of today, who find themselves agonized and famished, exiled behind walls of indifference? Skaters like.........and.........and.........and, of course, me. Me, me, me. Me, me, me, me, me.
So just remember, when March rolls around, as a reader and a human, if you want to consider yourself anything but a Nazi, you are obligated to support Skateboarders in Horror Month. Buy our books, leave great reviews, and complement our appearances if you see us in public. Or else, when the literary revolution finally transpires, you’ll be exiled with the rest of the monsters to the Island of the Un-Woke.
Deal with it.
February 13, 2019
Free The Fetus
Free for one day only (today!): The Fetus and Other Stories (Kindle edition). Get yours at: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00...
February 9, 2019
Kindle Unlimited
Hey, Kindle Unlimited subscribers, Sweet Chuckling Morbidity and my earlier collection, The Fetus and Other Stories, can be read for free at any time via that service. Be about it.
Sweet Chuckling Morbidity: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07...
The Fetus and Other Stories: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00...
Sweet Chuckling Morbidity: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07...
The Fetus and Other Stories: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00...
