by Sophie van Llewyn In the courtroom, the sound of what they wanted to hear was blinding. But not for me — I saw the inquisitors for what they were, children with shiny scalps, overgrown beards an…
Month: February 2017
Today is the Deadline for Issue #2 of “The Chamber”
The deadline for submissions for issue #2 passes today. However, please feel free to submit for issue #3, which will be published on July 1. The deadline for submissions for Issue #3 will be May 31st.
Send submissions for Issue #3 per the Submissions and Announcements guidelines.
Why call it “The Chamber”? The word chamber has numerous sinister and macabre connotations: a chamber of horrors, a torture chamber, one chambers a round into a rifle, etc. A chamber can also be where a sorcerer, an alchemist, or a member of the Inquisition stores his library. It is with this last connotation in mind that I am developing my Chamber for the storage of my selection of sinister and macabre works from the best up and coming authors that seek to contribute to my blog.
So, start editing your best, most powerful material and see where this new venture takes us! I want powerful, hard-hitting material that leaves its readers gasping and awe-struck at the end.
The Sound of One Hand Clapping
by Nan Wigington What is there to tell. Her end started here — the sizzle of the sun on the sidewalk, the crunch-pop-fizz of a late summer Saturday. My hand was in hers. She was humming. Beep, bop,…
Source: The Sound of One Hand Clapping
That Fatal Glance in the Mirror
By John Grey Youth spent. Future here, Don’t like it. Too many lines in the face. Too much gray in the hair. And your stomach’s as bloated as a volleyball. Nothing any woman would want.…
Source: That Fatal Glance in the Mirror
THE DRAGON
In the corner of my eye A darting shadow A prick on my skin And a presence felt through malice The dark one The one who inserts vile images in my mind Images of death and worse When I am sad When I…
Source: THE DRAGON
Flash Fiction: The Rooftop
There was a corpse on the rooftop when I got home. Didn’t have enough time to question it. It was dark and the fog was thick. There was rustling in the forest of trees surrounding my home. I …
Source: Flash Fiction: The Rooftop
Read Robert Louis Stevenson’s weird fable “The Yellow Paint”
“The Yellow Paint” by Robert Louis Stevenson In a certain city there lived a physician who sold yellow paint. This was of so singular a virtue that whoso was bedaubed with it from head …
Source: Read Robert Louis Stevenson’s weird fable “The Yellow Paint”
The Heretics (2017)
The Heretics is a 2017 Canadian supernatural horror film co-produced and directed by Chad Archibald (Bite; Ejecta; The Drownsman) from a screenplay by Jayme Laforest (Bite). It stars Nina Kiri, Jor…
Source: The Heretics (2017)
Eat Local (2017)
‘From the farm to the fork’ Eat Local is a 2017 British comedy horror film directed by actor Jason Flemyng (Forbidden Empire; The Bunker; From Hell) from a screenplay by Danny King. It …
Source: Eat Local (2017)
I Want Doesn’t Get
by Anne Goodwin I wanted cheesecake and a chocolate fountain but I didn’t want to pop the button on my best black skirt. I wanted a bronze plaque on a bench beside the bowling green and souvenir se…
Source: I Want Doesn’t Get
A Short Analysis of Dylan Thomas’s ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’
Powerful reading: A reading of a classic poem ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’ is probably the best-known villanelle in English poetry. If you’re not sure what a villanelle is, don’t worry – it’s not importan…
Source: A Short Analysis of Dylan Thomas’s ‘Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night’
Bethany (2017)
‘A real American horror story’ Bethany is a 2017 American horror film produced and directed by James Cullen Bressack (Pernicious; Blood Lake; To Jennifer; 13/13/13; et al) from a screen…
Source: Bethany (2017)
Crepitus (2017)
Crepitus is a 2017 American horror film directed by Haynze Whitmore (Asylum of Secrets: Chapter 1; Street Cleaner; Wade) from a screenplay co-written with Eddie and Sarah Renner. It stars Bill Mose…
Source: Crepitus (2017)
The Distance Between Neighbors
by Sabrina Hicks When a sold sign went up at the house across the street, I imagined the wrap-around porch sealed the deal. It sat high, fanning out like a skirt mid-waist, laced in evening light. …
Source: The Distance Between Neighbors
‘I am the master of my fate’: A Short Analysis of William Ernest Henley’s ‘Invictus’
A summary of a classic poem ‘Invictus’ is a famous poem, even to those who haven’t heard of it. This is because, although the title ‘Invictus’ may mean little to some (other than, perhaps, as the t…
Source: ‘I am the master of my fate’: A Short Analysis of William Ernest Henley’s ‘Invictus’
Guest Blog: The Occult World of Phillippa Schuyler by James Goodridge
The Occult World of Phillippa Schuyler by James Goodridge The circumstance was the visit of my son and his girlfriend visiting for the holidays Christmas 2016 a brutal year in the world of …
Source: Guest Blog: The Occult World of Phillippa Schuyler by James Goodridge
The Farmington Writers Circle Meets Again on March 9.
The Farmington Writers Circle meets again on Thursday, March 9, in the Entertainmart (formerly Hardback) Café at 7:00 pm. The topic of the night will be how to grow a twitter presence using hashtags and by following other twitter users.
Everyone is invited. There is no charge and no membership requirements.
Preceding the meeting, starting at 6:30 pm, one of our members will be reading from his/her works. The reader and his/her works will be announced once finalized.
The Farmington Writers Circle is a group of local writers who are interested in exploring and developing new means of marketing and publicizing their works.
For more information, contact Phil Slattery at phil@philslattery.com or via @philslattery201 or via this website.
Northwoods
Interesting and ominous, foreboding.
If you walk along the corner where Northwoods Drive meets Northwoods Street in Lake Tahoe you will see the beginning of a trail. The trail is long and winding and it goes into the woods and ends above the lake which sits in stillness. Today a rabbit is on the trail. Frightened by cars it leaves the Northwoods corner and passes the boulders and goes by the tree with carvings and hops beyond the swing and throws itself into the lake. For a minute the lake seems disturbed but blink and you’ve missed it because it’s already still again.
Breakfast Alfresco
Interesting perspective.
Last year was lean-times. Plentiful rain and warming sun nourished verdant fields of rice and millet and sugarcane. Herds of sacred cows and droves of goats grew fat with wheat and calf and kid. The farmers and their families feasted every night.
This season is better. Drought-boiled soil dries to dust, crops shrivel yellow and brown, streams run bare to bed. Starvation haunts the sacred beasts, their bodies withering to fly-swarmed leather and sun-bleached bone.
The vulture’s sharp eyes catch the stumble of another dying cow. He spreads his wings and swoops down to enjoy his breakfast.