Out There Screaming

This book is a compendium of horror short stories designed to leave you in a state of wonder, excitement, and horror. I’ve read a lot of horror stories in my life, most notably Steven King and Clive Barker, and this book rivals them. I’ve mentioned this before in an earlier post, about how it dropsContinue reading “Out There Screaming”

What was that?!

-What was that?! -Oh, that? I think it was a demon. -A demon?! -Yeah. -What the…What?! -Yeah, I think it’s following me around. -Following you around?! -Yeah. It’s kinda annoying, right? Buster looked half-confused, half-shocked, and half-scared out of his wits. -Ummm, stay away from me! I sensed an evil aura reach for me fromContinue reading “What was that?!”

A wise man once said…pt 2…

To become a better writer you must read books from authors better than you. So I picked up Jordan Peele’s Out There Screaming. And I feel out of my league. This is a collection of short horror stories written by black authors. Each story is a dive into murky waters that twirl you around blindly.Continue reading “A wise man once said…pt 2…”

A wise man once said…

“If you want to be a good writer read books from authors that are better than you”. So I’ve been reading some good books. Well… I read “To Kill A Mockingbird”. I’m sorry, all of you folks that think that was a great book, I didn’t like it. And here’s a fair warning: There’s lotsContinue reading “A wise man once said…”

Double Occultation!

No, it’s not some double whammy cult thing. It’s about a stellar event that I missed, but it’s not my fault. The fact that I couldn’t see it has vexed me so, but there was nothing for it. Unless you were in orbit looking out a window, gazing at the heavens in a way weContinue reading “Double Occultation!”

The Ride

He stared absently out of the window from the backseat of the car as it crept through the city traffic. The billboard lights and neon signs pasted colors on his face, exposing his innermost thoughts and feelings. These hues defined his sense of anger, sorrow, and most of all, envy. The city streets opened upContinue reading “The Ride”

More three step flash fiction

No one knew there was a flaw. They admired the piece for what it was, perfectly un-perfect. The artist tried to hide the anger welling up, covering it with a look of aloofness, like it was just another day. It would be remembered as the artist’s greatest piece regardless. The doors opened and the crowedContinue reading “More three step flash fiction”