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Re: Forum Serial by Chris Stevens "Mr. Chimney" « Result #1 Yesterday at 5:35pm »
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Whatever grabbed Joel had no form and he found himself struggling with air. Once on the other side of the door, it slammed behind him. Thinking he had just been thrown into a bedroom of one of Stephen’s kids, Joel didn’t bother taking in the scenery. Instead, he focused on getting back into the hallway. He remembered how that thing had tried to separate them all when they had entered the Chimney House as children. He didn’t want that to happen now.
Joel placed the gun in his waistband and fought with the door knob trying to pull it open again. Despite all of his efforts, it wouldn’t budge. He struggled with it and when that didn’t work, he began hammering his fists into it and yelling as loud as he could. He quickly tuckered out. He stepped back and slammed his size fouteen shoe into it several times before it dawned on him that there should be a window for him to climb out. When he turned around, he was surprised.
Not only was there no window, there was no bed or dresser. The room was mostly barren. From up above hung a lonely light bulb hanging from a cord. It was dimly lit, swinging back and forth, casting monstrous shadows on the bare white walls. Against the wall were two long tables like the ones found at reception halls or banquets and on top of the tables was a feast indeed. Only instead of savory roast, potatoes, or any other food, it was a junkie’s smorgasbord. There were kilos of heroin, cocaine, and methamphetamine, bags of numerous pills of all colors, shapes and sizes, bongs and pipes loaded with marijuana and hashish. There were peyote buttons, mushrooms, l.s.d. tabs and cigarettes dipped in p.c.p. Anything and everything that could make a man high was displayed before him. The only thing Joel didn’t see were any Colorado River frogs hopping around waiting to be licked.
Joel was sober enough to know what he was seeing wasn’t real, but he was a big enough junkie, that he couldn’t help himself. A mirror and straw was conveniently placed nearest him with a fine powdered line reflecting from it. Joel’s hand twitched. It wasn’t real, it wasn’t real. Despite his mental denial, it sure looked damn real. He couldn’t, he shouldn’t, but the itch was too strong. He willed his hands not to act, but they rebelled against him. His feet were all too willing conspirators.
By the time he reached the table his nose was in compliance with the rest of his body. He picked up the mirror and straw tilted his head forward and inhaled. The high was instantaneous, but Joel quickly realized his mistake as something within him started to swell. As the powder entered his nose, sinus cavity, and finally the small capillaries throughout his face, they all began to expand. Joel felt his nose grow to the size of a pickle. There was an intense pressure on the inside of his head pushing against his skull. His eyes felt like they were going to explode and yet he almost didn’t care.
The pain was mixed with an intense euphoric sensation. It was the best and worst feeling of his life. The pressure continued to mount and spread throughout his body. His body began to bulge and stretch. Tissue ripped as his body expanded. A fire started burning within heating him all over. Along with the heat came a sound. At first Joel thought it was the sound of the flames burning within him as it crackled and chirped, but then he heard voices, or a rather a voice. It was a dry and alien rasp, but Joel knew immediately who or what it was as Mr. Chimney began to take up residency within him.
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Re: Forum Serial by Chris Stevens "Mr. Chimney" « Result #2 Yesterday at 1:37pm »
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One second Tony was clinging to Joel’s shoulder wishing he had a gun of his own and the next second he was falling. As if a trap door had suddenly opened up beneath him and swallowed him whole. He wasn’t sliding or slipping, just falling. It was so dark, he couldn’t even see the light spots burned in his eyes. He couldn’t tell how fast he was falling, because he couldn’t hear or feel anything. There was no wind blowing by his ears or rushing against his face. If he was falling, it was in a vacuum. Maybe, he wasn’t falling at all. Maybe he was in some sort of suspended animation, just dangling there like a puppet without any strings.
How wrong he was when he finally hit the ground. The impact didn’t kill him, but it knocked the air out of him as he landed on his side. Darkness was replaced by painful light. His eyes shut tight as he tried to suck in air. Tony hated having his eyes closed because he wanted to know where he was, but the intense light made it impossible. Even with his eyes closed, he could see the ghost of light through his lids. As he took in more air and finally caught his breath from the impact, he noticed he could see translucent blue veins coursing through his eyelids.
Tony couldn’t help but wonder if the blood inside him was really blue. As a kid he had heard that blood only turned red when it came in contact with oxygen. The image of his brother being blown into pieces and all that red blood flashed in his head. Despite the pain, Tony fought to open his eyes. At first everything was a deep yellow, as if he was starring into the sun. Then things began to dim.
As things started to come more in focus Tony found himself lying on a cold wooden floor. He looked all around him and knew instantly where he was. Behind him was a small grand stand that supported the members of his old church choir. Tony had stood up there on many occasions singing in his long lost falsetto. He remembered actually enjoying that part of church. Loosing himself in song was a nice escape from everything else that bombarded him as a child.
The little bleachers were flanked by an organ. It wasn’t one of those behemoths with pipes reaching up into the heavens. It was just a simple electric organ that ole’ lady Hammond used to play with her long witch-like fingers. She used to want to kiss Tony on the cheek. Tony had to go along with it, unless he wanted to suffer the wrath of his father, but the old hag smelled like death and had a thicker mustache than he could ever hope to grow. With gritted teeth he would stand there as she gripped him with her skeletal arms and kissed him with lips that felt like crackers. He had the sudden sensation of her kissing him and it gave him a chill.
Taking his attention away from the organ he looked out towards the pews. In the front of him was a podium draped in a white cloth which had a golden cross embroidered on the front of it. Tony knew it was embroidered because his mother was the one the made it. It was one of the last things he remembered her ever making by hand. She made it before her arthritis started giving her problems. This was just one of many ailments that had plagued his mother at an early age. The only real ailment she had was her husband.
Tony looked all around, soaking in the very discomforting feelings and memories the chapel held for him. Images of his father standing at the podium with his high and tight haircut and cruel eyes, laminating about fire and brimstone filled his head. Was his father really heralding in the word of God or was he just trying to frighten and bully people smaller than himself?
There were other images of course. He remembered sitting in the pews with his brothers as his father hammered on his podium making some point or anther about damnation. Glenn, who was sitting beside him found it hard to maintain himself in the hard wooden seat and began doing things to entertain himself. Unfortunately that meant doing things that made Tony laugh like making farting noises. This created several coughs and disapproving looks from their fellow worshipers, but their father continued on like a pro.
Only afterwards did Glenn Sr. settle matters with his children. All three boys were forced to bend over the very same pews after the services were over and any on lookers have long since departed, so they couldn’t see what the hand of God really looked like. With their pants around their ankles, the Palmer brothers were lashed with their father’s belt until they were bruised and bloodied. Worse than the beating was having to try and sit in school the next day. Tony was sure his teacher’s suspected something, but at the time, that wasn’t considered child abuse, it was just well deserved discipline.
The trip down memory wasn’t a pleasant one, but then it seldom was. Shoving the uncomfortable thoughts aside Tony tried to make sense of what was going on and more importantly, what to do about it. As if on cue, the organ behind began to play and the scent of aftershave and decay flitted through the air. Out of all of the horrors Tony would have gladly faced in order to seek revenge for his brother’s death, the one that truly terrified him was his father.
Tony doubted he would be able to turn and face the man. If only he had something, anything, to defend himself with. He turned around, only to find that while the nasal droning was coming from the organ, no one was playing it.
Then he heard whistling, followed by a deep bravado as someone began to hum along with the music. Tony turned again, to see his father walking slowly along the aisle towards the podium. Tony looked at the man and felt a ripple of pure hatred along with the sensation that everything within his bowels was going to vacate. There was nothing Tony could do to stop the man from approaching. There was no escape. The only weapon Tony had was his wits. Having spent the last twenty five years in a drugged haze he didn’t think these would offer him much, but then he remembered a very important thing. While it was quite possible that he could very really die where he stood, where he stood wasn’t really there.
The moment this thought entered Tony’s mind the tyrant before him opened his mouth impossibly wide and bellowed. The sound was so intense, it rattled Tony’s teeth. It also disrupted the image. The thing closing in on him no longer looked like his father. It was much less substantial, like a reflection caught in a mist of water.
Instead of just standing there and allowing himself to be ripped apart, Tony ran. Once in motion, everything began to loose its glamour. The walls and ceiling of the old church began to crumble and shake as if a massive earthquake was rumbling through. Red light refracted from outside the windows giving them an appearance of stained glass as they shattered. A small statuette of Jesus with his hands upraised in acceptance fell from it’s alcove towards the ceiling of the chapel. Instead of large chunks of plaster and cement tumbling to the ground though, everything dissolved into tiny particles of glitter and trickled all around him.
The thing that was no longer his father moved with the swiftness of the wind and blew towards Tony with a roar. Tony turned the other way and ran for his life. What was once a wall, parted before him and he found himself in the very same hall he had been taken from. He heard a rumbling from behind him. He turned to the right, noticed a door and went inside.
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The Bookmark Design Challenge « Result #4 on Dec 3, 2009, 5:22pm »
Fantastic Horror presents THE BOOKMARK DESIGN CHALLENGE Now accepting entries: 1. sent to contest@fantastichorror.com 2. posted in reply to this Forum thread Design the best bookmark to be mass produced as official FH propaganda. Incorporate trademark elements (logos, taglines, etc.) to distinguish an effort specific to this contest. Dimensions are 2 × 6 inches and may be oriented either vertically or horizontally. High resolution images (300+ dpi) are required for printing.
First prize is a custom engraved trophy (a unique, personalized image like this) and a big stack of bookmarks with which to litter your vicinity if not your region. Your triumphant brainchild will be hand-distributed at conventions by senior hotshots of the FH staff, and everywhere people will be proud to bury your hard work between the pages of their beloved books.
Winner(s) to be announced in Feburary 2010 with the release of Fantastic Horror issue #15. Records of all contest victories are displayed with honor in our Chamber of Champions.
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Re: "Hound of Hell" by J.R. Rodriguez « Result #6 on Dec 2, 2009, 5:01am »
Based on John himself, I'd have to say that his 'hound from hell' is actually just a cute little fuzzball that's pissed because he didn't get the attention he wanted (though that's not to say the bugger is evil. Oh, no--everyone knows chihuahuas are evil. )
hehe.
All sillyness aside, I like the painted look the image has to it. It makes it pop in a gritty, sloppy way, like dirty watercolors or something similar.
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Re: The Passenger Dialogue Challenge « Result #8 on Dec 1, 2009, 6:40pm »
He Kindly Stopped for Me by Edmund Siderius
"Please sir. It's raining, and I am very cold." "I see no clouds. The sun, to me, is shining." "But still, it rains. I can feel it's dampness." "I can't argue that. Come on in then. I've a long way to go, and little company to share it with." "What takes you out this way, so far away from everything?" "I used to own a boat, but now no one thinks to travel in boats." "Are you a tour guide?" "Quite the opposite, actually." “Where are we?” "You are back on the road three days ago; that is when the rains fell." "But that puzzles me still. Why would you stop for a man who was not there, who complained of a cold he could not have possibly felt?" “Ah, but you see that is because this is not a car, and nor am I its driver.” "And I... I’m still wet, and very cold..."
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The Passenger Dialogue Challenge « Result #10 on Nov 29, 2009, 11:53pm »
Fantastic Horror presents THE PASSENGER DIALOGUE CHALLENGE Now accepting entries: 1. posted in reply to this Forum thread 2. as comments at the bottom of this page 3. sent to contest@fantastichorror.com Craft the most compelling piece of horror fiction. A driver stops to pick up a passenger. They speak a total of thirteen (13) lines forming the entirety of the text. Narration is not allowed, only spoken words in quotation marks. See examples below. First prize is a custom engraved trophy (a unique, personalized image like this) and a special “micro-theater” audio production of the winning dialogue recorded with music and special effects, to be featured in the FH podcast. Winner(s) to be announced in Feburary 2010 with the release of Fantastic Horror issue #15. Records of all contest victories are displayed with honor in our Chamber of Champions.
EXAMPLE #1: snappy grit by John Di Rosa “Did you get the abortion?” “I can’t do it.” “You are gonna fucking do it!” “But what if it’s his?” “We will deal with that if it comes up.” “I’m scared of him.” “Fuck him, you are my wife, not his!” “You can’t say that.” “I just fucking did.” “What if he hears you?” “How can he hear us out here?” “He hears everything.” “What was that noise?”
EXAMPLE #2: dramatic eloquence by J.R. Rodriguez “Thanks for stopping. The rain was getting to be too much. All that water makes me nervous.” “It’s nasty stuff. Just as bad as fire and rope if you ask me.” “The tools of their trade are as nasty as their attitudes. They deserve everything we’re going to give them.” “That and more. They’re going to regret everything they’ve ever done.” “I’m just glad that we have the celestial bodies on our side. The energy is going to be phenomenal. It’s going to give us that extra power we need. We’ll need it if it’s going to work.” “I know. Nothing like this has ever been tried. Just think of how it will change things! Ah, the blood is going run like a river tonight!” “Plus we have sheer numbers on our side, sister. Don’t forget that. No one suspects how many of us there are. They’re never going to know what’s hit them.” “It’s going to be a night to live in history. We’ll be vindicated for all those years of persecution.” “They won’t be able to hide behind their petty saviors and martyrs, either. The hell we’ll unleash is going to be like nothing they’ve ever seen.” “Oh, yes, they’re going to wish they had fire and brimstone when we’re done.” “You have your tools in the bag, I trust? All of mine are in the back.” “I have it all. I was just waiting for my other half to show.” “I’m happy to have obliged, sister. Now let’s go and join the others. They’re waiting on that mighty hill. Together, we’ll make up for wrongs with bloody rites.”
Which style is more effective? Your tastes may vary, and so will the opinions of judges. But these examples barely scratch the surface of possibility. The challenge is specifically designed to encourage maximum variation and inventive surprises. Don’t underestimate the competition . . .
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Re: Front Page. « Result #11 on Nov 29, 2009, 5:58pm »
indeed, we have neglected to update the main site for quite a while. it's because most of the focus has been on the new incarnation which is to be constructed over the winter break. here's a placeholder image that will be inserted at several urls to indicate work in progress:
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Re: Forum Serial by Chris Stevens "Mr. Chimney" « Result #13 on Nov 28, 2009, 1:11pm »
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Stephen was half way to the car, walking at a brisk pace before Joel finally spoke up.
“Stephen, what happened? Where are we going?” Joel asked. Stephen didn’t respond so the gangly man stepped in front of him blocking his path. Stephen was so focused and determined; he almost walked right into and through his skinny friend. Joel stretched out his long arms to ward him off. “Whoa, Stephen! What’s wrong with you man?”
Stephen stopped suddenly as if he had been slapped in the face. He looked at his old friend. Then all around him. Neither one of them had noticed the circus going on when they had first arrived to talk to John Shayman. Part of the complex was cordoned off with familiar yellow tape and half of the cities police force was on the scene. The beat cops were busy going door to door to see if anyone had seen or heard anything. Judging by the gore they must have thought it was a bazooka blast. It wasn’t wise for the three of them to be standing out there.
Joel took it in as well and he suddenly felt like a cat at the dog pound. Despite his fear, he wasn’t going to let his friend walk any further without knowing what was happening.
A breeze blew through Stephen’s hair. It felt good on his hot face. He realized that he had been clenching his fists and intermittently holding his breath. Joel’s crystal blue eyes, lined in red, shined in front of him. It helped to settle his nerves some and collect his thoughts. He opened his mouth to speak and felt his voice crack. He swallowed back the fear. “My house has a chimney. If this thing can jump from chimney to chimney then it could be there. It could have them. I need to get home.”
Tony had been standing behind Stephen the whole time. He came up on Stephen’s right side, put an arm around him and said, “Then what the fuck are we waiting for? Let’s get out of here before some cop decides to start asking us questions.”
“I can’t ask you guys to come.” Stephen protested.
“Who said you were asking?” Joel quipped
Time was wasting. Stephen could have protested, but he knew it wouldn’t do any good. Friends till the end. The problem was, he had a feeling that the end was soon and he had enough blood on his hands. Instead, he motioned with his head for them to keep walking. Once they climbed in Stephen’s Jeep, Stephen reached into his waistband and handed Joel the Beretta. Being a wanted felon in a sea of police officers was bad enough. Being an armed felon increased the pucker factor ten-fold.
Still, it was comforting. It felt good to hold something in his hands, other than a gasoline soaked tennis ball to go up against what they were now facing. Joel had no clue if the gun would do any good, but it was better than nothing. It also felt good to know that despite the time, despite the roads that had been traveled, that when it came down it, the bond had never been broken.
Stephen wanted to simply gun the ignition, but he had to play it smart. He was surprised to find that they didn’t have some kind of check point set up, letting people in and out of the complex. Rolling slowly, Stephen eased his way out of his parking spot and didn’t even have to wait for the automatic gate, as it began to open up moments before he even approached it.
Once out in the open, the speed increased. Driving as if in pursuit, Stephen maintained a close watch on the road ahead as he cautiously checked the mirror behind. It wouldn’t do him any good getting pulled over now. Although he was pretty sure that if anyone did light him up, he would give his pursuers the ride of their life.
No cop cars took up the chase, and Stephen never noticed that he was being pursued. Thankfully the traffic was light all the way back, although he couldn’t get back quick enough. No one said a word the entire ride steeling themselves for the task ahead. Instead of pulling in his driveway, Stephen parked several houses away as his cop training kicked in, although one way or another, he was sure he sure he was walking into a set up.
Stephen didn’t waste any time getting out of his car and Tony and Joel followed suit. Once outside, the three of them instantly felt as if they had stepped inside of a dream. Everything was muffled. The birds in the trees tweeted, but didn’t make a sound. The neighbors’ dog put up a fit, slobbering at the mouth, but no bark emitted. The sky was a dull pink, but it was no play of the sun, which was on the opposite side of the sky. A swirl of gray clouds had formed over Stephen’s house. The house itself took on a different hue with browns bleeding into blacks and tans blurring into browns.
With every step the three friends took the clouds above grew darker. The swirl became a funnel and began to resemble a tornado. Joel contemplated making a Wizard of Oz crack but he didn’t think he could get it passed his lips. He might have felt brave with a gun in his hand when he was in the car, but he didn’t feel brave any longer.
Tony on the other hand felt nothing. He stopped feeling the moment he lost his brother. Sure Glenn could be a pain in the ass, but he had always been there for Tony. When everything was shit and Tony had no one else and nothing to rely on, Glenn was there. He still couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened. His cheeks felt flushed and he was numb all over. There was a burning in his stomach calling out for justice. He wasn’t sure how he was going to deliver it, but that never stopped him before.
The only thing on Stephen’s mind was his family. In a life filled with losses and heartbreaks, he was determined not to suffer anymore. So as the vortex above his newly bought house continued to grow, he clenched his jaw and pulled out his H & K. He approached his house as if he was on a swat call out. Joel and Tony took positions right behind him. If any of Stephen’s neighbors were looking out their window they would think some kind drug raid was taking place, although the raggedy looking undercover cops had forgotten to wear their vests identifying them as police officers.
As they approached the garage door it began to rumble. Joel couldn’t help but think that it was going to open up like a giant mouth ready to devour them. If everything else didn’t tip Stephen off that his hunch was correct, the fact that his house was vibrating as if it was a getting ready to lift off like a rocket ship was a dead give away. Something was afoul in the House of Christianson and he prayed like hell that his wife and kids weren’t inside.
There were no cars in the driveway, but that didn’t mean anything since Cary often parked in the garage. Stephen couldn’t decide whether to enter through the front or theback, but realized it didn’t really matter. Whatever the thing was, it knew they were there and it was putting on a show just for them. He wondered if anyone else could see or hear the display. He decided they probably didn’t. Like the Chimney House that only kids could see, he had a feeling that this little slice of heaven was reserved just for them.
Slowly they approached, skirting by the small hedges leading up to the house. They all had to duck slightly, Joel more than the other two, as they passed under the Chinese Elm in the front. It was much larger then when he had left and the branches were dipping down towards the ground. The thin branches whipped around in a frenzy, lashing their legs and arms. They braved the dangerous tree and continued on to the porch.
Once on the step, Stephen had to pause as he fumbled for his keys. If he had been thinking, he would have had them out already instead of placing them in his pocket. Refusing to put his gun away, he used his right hand to dig into his left pocket. It looked a little silly, but it got the job done. Only it wasn’t necessary. As soon as he got his keys out, the door swung open.
All was dark within the house and Stephen cursed himself for not having his maglite with him. He gestured to Joel to have him put his hand on Stephen’s shoulder and for Tony to put his hand on Joel’s. Once set, Stephen walked inside. Once they were clear of the door, it slammed behind them. Instead of encasing them in darkness though, it did the opposite. Suddenly sunlight poured through the windows and the trembling house ceased. Stephen’s living room looked; well it looked like his living room. Everything looked and felt normal.
The sudden normalcy didn’t stop the hair on Stephen’s arm from standing on end. With as much force as he could muster, Stephen called out his wife’s name. “Cary? Cary are you here babe?”
Nothing but silence answered his call. With his two friends still trailing behind him, Stephen continued into the house. He checked the kitchen, dining room, and then made his way down the hall checking all three bedrooms. The final stop was the garage. He opened the back door leading into the garage and all was dark. The dim light from the hall allowed him to see several feet in, but nothing else. He thought he picked up a glint from a chrome bumper. He flicked on the light switch and his heart sunk. His wife’s red Camry was parked in its normal spot. He quickly looked at his watch. It was almost four. Of course she would be home and so would the kids. Damn it! Damn it all to hell! That son of a bitch! Whatever the damn thing was, it came. It came and took his family.
Standing there looking at his wife’s car, Stephen lost all hope. He lowered his gun and tears formed in his eyes. Joel noticed as his friends shoulders started to bob up in down as he began to sob. Joel looked beyond his friend and saw the car. He knew what Stephen was thinking, but he wasn’t going to let him loose faith.
“I know what it looks like man, but you don’t know for sure.” Joel tried to comfort.
“It took them.” Was all Stephen could muster in response.
Joel thought for a minute. “If it took them, then maybe we can get them back. If we get that book, maybe we can get them back. It’s not over Stephen. We still have a chance.”
“Why would it take them? That thing doesn’t take, it just kills.” Stephen cried.
“You don’t know that!” Joel yelled. “If it killed them, where are the bodies? You’ve seen the kind of mess that thing leaves.” Joel lowered his voice as he noticed he had gotten through to his friend. “There is still a chance.”
“You think so?” Stephen asked, as he turned away from the door and looked at Joel.
Joel returned the look. It pained him to see his friend that way. “Yeah, I do.”
Stephen looked at his friend a bit longer, his tears had stopped falling. Then his jaw dropped. “Where’s Tony?”
Joel realized he no longer felt Tony’s hand on his shoulder.
They both turned and started to run back the other way. Joel made it two steps before being pulled into a side bedroom. The door quickly slammed behind him cutting him off from Stephen. Stephen turned to hammer on the door, but instead of hitting wood, he hit nothing but air as he fell right through landing in the living room.
The momentum caused him to fall to the ground several feet away from the fireplace. He looked up to see a tiny spark start to dance behind the glass. The blue speck bobbed around jumping from one part of the metal grate to the next. It resembled one of those small dots that bounce atop of words to help you follow along with a song. Whatever song it was trying to keep time with, Stephen didn’t want to know, but he was sure he was going to find out.
He didn’t have to wait long as the spark ignited and a roaring fire filled the small fireplace. The quick blast of heat shattered the tempered glass sending tiny daggers all around. Several projectiles struck Stephen in the face, but thankfully he had already been backing away and much of the force blew passed. He scrambled to his feet and quickly turned to run. He didn’t make too far though as his path was blocked by the bruised, battered, and bloody body of his son Chris.
Re: Think your parents are weird? « Result #15 on Nov 28, 2009, 5:25am »
...I'm inclined to think that in a very small percentage of the population, genetics may play a part in small physiological variations in the frontal lobe region of the brain. Sceince tells us that malformed frontal lobes often burdens a person with varying lesser degrees of what we call morality: lack of guilt, remorse, etc. Some killers have been raised in good homes. Others have not. Environment may play a role, but not in all cases.
I also believe that small physiological deviations affecting other parts of the brain are at the root of our choice in sexual partners - - gay or normal. Contrary to religionists who say gays have a free choice, but choose to go against "God's will", I believe they are helpless prisoners of those physiological/chemical variations. They struggle with this every day of their lives, and that's probably much of the reason behind the higher suicide rate among gay people. In truth, I think most of them would give anything to be heterosexual.
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Re: Web-zines and similar venues « Result #18 on Nov 26, 2009, 4:01pm »
Our new friend Earl has just traded links with us. Kool!
I just recently started a new flash fiction site called Weirdyear Daily Flash Fiction and I was wondering if you might be interested in putting a link to it up on your site. I'd be willing to trade links!
Glowbodies « Result #20 on Nov 23, 2009, 10:15pm »
Is this the Autumn Christian I taught in 2001-02 at Ft. Worth Academy of Fine Arts? I surely hope so. I have been cleaning out old files and saved everything you wrote. You have always been an awesome author and I loved Glowbodies. It was great pleasure to read some of your earlier works over again as well.
If this is the Autumn Christian I know, please write me back as I would love to catch up with you.
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Re: Think your parents are weird? « Result #21 on Nov 23, 2009, 7:31pm »
It's an ugly and strange thing to find out, but I don't think I'd make much of it. Manson had a father, too, and he had a father and so on. Evidently, none of them were infamous or it would be mentioned more often. There's a lot in genes but mainly hair color and cheek bones. I probably wouldn't mention it at parties or on a first date.
But now that he's mentioned it to the world, and gotten his picture online, I'll be damned if he shouldn't write a book entitled "Son of the Devil" and make hay from it.
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Re: Our Contributors « Result #23 on Nov 23, 2009, 1:51pm »
hey casey, nice to have you here. i've just given you a workshop key so you can get your hands dirty with the rest of us. we can expect your submission to be posted on the review board in short order. please lend a hand in reviewing other submissions at your convenience.
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Re: Hello everyone « Result #26 on Nov 22, 2009, 9:02pm »
ah quit ya' it
..the 'barrow is out back but I'm not sure if this lot know that yet
Glad ta have ya' here. If you wanna help out, register (if you haven't done so) and sing out and one of the fine folks will letcha in. Otherwise, wander 'bout n enjoy
Hello everyone « Result #27 on Nov 22, 2009, 7:25am »
Hi everyone, My pal Kitty told me about this site, looks really good. I like a good Ghost story, not particularly into slasher horror or that stuff, although I do like the classic Hallowe'en. I'm Scottish, married with three young daughters, one mad cat, two dogs and a stressed out life!!
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FH on Facebook « Result #29 on Nov 16, 2009, 5:29pm »
To slip in with the rest of society, Fantastic Horror has decided to make use of the all-powerful Facebook.
For those a little unclear as to where you'd want to grow your seeds of discord, it would be a good opportunity to check us out, poke the admin with pointy sticks and then, if we please you, join with a contented heart.
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Re: Genre news & reviews « Result #32 on Nov 16, 2009, 9:47am »
At the risk of looking like the only gobshite that posts on this thread....
Check out D. Alexander Ward's story "Pain Upon Their Pain" in A Thousand Faces #9 (the journal of superhuman fiction.) Online and in print! (http://www.thousand-faces.com/main.htm)
"Pain Upon Their Pain" Part human, part something else, Dixon Kane roams the back alleys of the New Orleans French Quarter, turning a buck and hoping to make amends for his dark past. But this private dick is not prepared for what happens when one of his jilted lover cases goes wrong and someone is murdered. Soon, the only thing Dixon holds dear is in peril and he wonders if he can save her in time without revealing the inhuman nature of his other self.
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Re: The Wendigo at the Movies « Result #33 on Nov 15, 2009, 9:09pm »
King has always acknowledged a debt to HPL-he can write Lovecraftian like a knife in the back.
Gamers made Cthulhu a hot property again-they needed an Ultimate Evil.
Many people know Cthulhu and the Mythos now, but films have been rather scarce.
BTW, 'Cthulhu', the movie, was actually fairly good, the production was top notch, camera work was very workmanlike, and the gay angle helped heighten the protag's isolation. Tori Spelling did a fine job, too.
I watched it back to back with, 'The Resurrected' and 'In the Mouth of Madness', it was more than passable work.
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Re: The Wendigo at the Movies « Result #34 on Nov 15, 2009, 7:47pm »
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In King's latest book of short stories Just after Sunset published in 2008, paperback in May 2009, there is a story titled N.
In it, an accountant develops OCD while trying to hold the monsters in the abyss. It is strongly influenced by Machen's The Great God Pan and shows King owes HPL as well.
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Re: The Wendigo at the Movies « Result #35 on Nov 15, 2009, 6:09pm »
The idea of another resurgence of interest in HPL is quite a prospect.
So far, his leaps into public consciousness seem to have run in 3 stages:
Shortly after HPL died, when Derleth started publishing and promoting his work (and when at least one of HPL's stories was sent off to entertain GIs during WWII!)
--in the 60s, when a lot of old horror was dusted off and reprinted, including Machen, Blackwood, etc.
--and around 1990, at HPL's centennial, when I first saw mass market paperbacks of his stories at the bookstore. It was at around the same time that I ordered (and still have) a volume of HPL's poetry, H.P. Lovecraft: The Fantastic Poetry, published by Necronomicon Press.
If he gets any more well-known, I'll expect to hear mention of him on the nightly news and 60 minutes.
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Re: The Wendigo at the Movies « Result #37 on Nov 15, 2009, 11:01am »
I think we may see a renewed interest in Lovecraft,et.al. as the vampire and werewolf stories burn out.
After all, it was just such a situation that got Lovecraft started on the Cthulhu Mythos-he wanted to do something new and different.
The Mythos has grown huge with the years, and there is much grist for the mill there, most people have only skimmed the surface of this rich body of fiction, and it begs to be updated and presented to a new audience.
Re: The Wendigo at the Movies « Result #38 on Nov 15, 2009, 7:33am »
While it isn't strictly the movies we shouldn't forget the recent 'Wendigo' episode of Supernatural. It didn't adhere bery strictly to the actual legends (it was only a monster in the woods) but credit should be given for at least using one of the second division horror characters. You can get awfully sick of vampires and werewolves.
Hello everyone, just joined up today and I'm introducing myself. I live in England (near Liverpool) I'm married with four kids and I like to write...when I know the lie of the land a little better I'd love to contribute something here...be nice to me.
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Re: Anyone do things outside the horror box? « Result #43 on Nov 12, 2009, 10:53pm »
I wish I did more stuff (I'm going to try to get into more activities here in the near future,) but I write dark fantasy, edit on the side (I'm currently co-editing a Library of Horror anthology, and have been asked to edit a book early next year,) review products on Amazon (music singles, movies, books in the small press, etc.) I'm also a fairly good promoter and am fair in layout design and other stuff. I can photomanipulate pictures and am an OK photographer (I won an honorable mention in an online photography contest,) but other than that... *shrug*
Everyone's also aware that I love animals. Back 'home' in Idaho, we've got three cats and a dog. I have about a dozen fish in two tanks as well.
I want to see if I can volunteer at the no-kill animal shelter sometime, but it's just an excuse to cuddle kitties, dogs, and anything else furry, scaley or feathery, haha.
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Recommended reading / viewing « Result #44 on Nov 12, 2009, 12:20pm »
Thought I would kick off a thread wherein we might share with each other things that we have read or seen or heard lately that we would recommend to others.
For my part, I have been in a state of literary despondency since finishing Gillian Flynn's only 2 novels (Sharp Objects and Dark Places). Not what I would call "horror" exactly but there are plenty of horrific, twisted things about those books. That and the appeal of the nearly unlikable protagonist does it for me. I highly recommend these to anyone who likes that sort of dark-twisted-mystery thing. Oh and there is no romance. As a guy, sometimes women writers can get a little too "woman-ey" (my apologies, ladies) for me in the sex and romance department. But not Flynn. The few instances of sex and romance in those books are just as malignant as the rest of the events. Overall, Flynn is my new favorite writer.
The other day, I picked up a copy of the 2008 anthology edited by Peter Straub entitled Poe's Children I would buy this book if only for the opening story by Dan Chaon. Chaon, like many in the antho, is not generally a writer of horror but this story really dug its claws into me and so now I am thinking of checking out his latest novel in hardback Await Your Reply. Anyway, from the other stories I have read thus far, Poe's Children is certainly worth a look!
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Re: I gots the crud « Result #49 on Nov 9, 2009, 10:18am »
i missed the meeting too anna, because of a schedule conflict in my case. but i think hodgson and charfar were there, and then on friday some of us met in skype to make up for the dud conference.
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I gots the crud « Result #53 on Nov 8, 2009, 2:34pm »
Sorry I missed the meeting y'all.I was there but fell asleep. I got some sort of cold that gave me bronchitis. I felt like death, but now I feel better. I'm catching up on my reading tonight. See ya'll next Thursday.
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Open for submission - Zombocalypse Guide « Result #54 on Nov 1, 2009, 12:50pm »
Hey All!
I'm editing a book for Library of the Living Dead books. Check out the listing and if you send me a submission, please mention you are from FH. This anthology is comprised of funny guides for surviving the inevitable zombocalypse. Yes it is tongue in cheek.
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Re: The Injured List (users not/probably not onlin « Result #55 on Nov 1, 2009, 12:46pm »
Sorry I have not been around much. It has been an insane year and there are still two months left. I just signed my second book contract and I'm even editing a anthology. I really do want to stick around and do some reviews. Hope all is well with everyone!
I mentioned FH in an interview the other day. When it is up I will post a link.
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Sorry for the silence « Result #57 on Oct 31, 2009, 11:57am »
This month I've been working at the House of Shock in New Orleans, which means all I've been doing is work, sleep, eat, and be at the House of Shock playing the part of a victim, which means I'm covered in bruises and I've lost my voice from screaming alot. It's been fun, and I've scared a lot of people, but I also completely dissapeared from the internet. Once I've recovered a bit I'll be reviewing submissions again. I miss you guys!
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Hope I can post this here (cover art contest) « Result #60 on Oct 29, 2009, 2:05am »
Hey everyone,
My upcoming short story collection, An Amorous Thing, will be released from Lame Goat Press early next year. So, in honor of this, I'm holding a cover contest.
The prize, you ask?
$25 and a copy of the collection from the publisher
A ton of books, some movies, and maybe even more from me!
If you're interested in checking out the contest, head on over to http://whatsupwithboye.wordpress.com/an-amorous-thing . I'm accepting all mediums of art, with one stipulation -- you'll be required to create the wraparound if you win first place. You'll also be responsible for laying out the titles and the back-cover text as well.
Deadline is November 15th. Judging will begin soonafter.
Hope it's ok to post this here. If not, feel free to remove it.
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Hey all « Result #62 on Oct 29, 2009, 1:58am »
For those of you who know me, hi. For those who don't, I'm Kody Boye. I've been writing for a long, long time, but have been doing it semi-professionally since 2007, when my short story [A] Prom Queen's Revenge was published in the Yellow Mama Webzine. I have a short story collection coming from Lame Goat Press in the coming months called An Amorous Thing, so be sure to watch for that.
Looking forward to interacting with you all. I should've done it a long time ago, so I apologize.
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Re: Anyone do things outside the horror box? « Result #63 on Oct 28, 2009, 4:54pm »
hehe, thanks ron but don't worry about that.. like fictionland, cartoonland has no shortage of talent, and nobody makes a living at it without serious hustle. i'd have to marry the grand-niece of charles schulz or something to get my foot in the door, plus i'd have to do a lot more cartooning. on a schedule even. i don't have that much in me...
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Mummy lovers, rejoice! « Result #65 on Oct 28, 2009, 9:46am »
Detroit is hosting a display of accidental mummies from Mexico-and it's worth a look.
For Horroristas, who may be inclined to use dead bodies in their tales. the subject is essential
These bodies exhibit the 'light bulb head' that results when the head is preserved with the skin and flesh on it. Many times these keyhole shaped noggins are represented in art-our ancestors were well acquainted with the numerous ways a corpse might appear, they saw the dead frequently.
Old tombstones sometimes carried a skull motif, to remind us that life is brief-there were variations, the full skull, sans-mandible(jawbone missing) and these mummified heads. They were easy to draw and carve, just as gruesome as a bony death's head and got the point across.
The skull and bones, which is now so common as a decoration, had, and still has several sorts of significance. I've seen more than a few .
One, of course, is Danger of Death-poison containers, hazardous places, and even military minefield flags carry it.
Memento Mori-the reminder of death's inevitability, often in the form of hideous, rotting corpses is one. At the Walters in Baltimore, there is a hideous little carving in Boxwood of a decomposing corpse in rotting tatters, carrying the legend, "I am what you are, I am what you will be" It gave me nightmares for years. There's also a woman's finger ring with a swiveling setting, a flower on one side, the skull and bones on the other, made in England during the Plague Years.
The Jolly Roger is also rich in meaning-it signifies desperation-it was on the banners carried in the German Peasant's Revolt, often with the motto, "It Must Be!".
Later, that became the military badge of guard units, showing that the soldiers were loyal unto death, and other times, as in the badge of the British 17th Lancers it meant, "Death or Glory"(there's a banner on the Horse Marines skull and bones badge that says, 'Or Glory')
This emblem of ferocity and courage was also adopted by the German SS, to denote their status as guardsmen and their dedication to the pursuit of military glory.
It was also used by several Regular Army cavalry and armored units-in fact, it's till used in the Bundeswher today-the Army units had skulls sans mandible, the SS got the jawbone to distinguish them-that fat, Art Deco death's head is still very sinister, too.
Another meaning is memory-the skull and thigh bones are the last recognizable bits of a body to linger, hence, tombs carried the sign to denote that all was not forgotten.
Why this motif is so popular today, I do not know-though I do love it, the Death's Head being a personal favorite of mine. I took it because of a cartoon I used to read, "Freddie" where the silly boy, Freddie J. McReady had a box with a skull and bones where he kept his treasures, marked, "Keep Out!" It was a funny strip. I am also very fond of Lee Falk's "The Phantom", wherein Kit Walker had several skulls, one on his belt buckle, and another on his ring.
The ring left a mark on those the Ghost who Walks punched-it was the 'Ring of Evil", and branded those he bopped for life. Over the years, it was revealed that the ring was made from the Nails of the True Cross, and had magical powers.
In any case, seek out the mummies from Mexico-they are a gruesome crew.
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Re: Revising Works in the Submission Area? « Result #69 on Oct 26, 2009, 6:26pm »
jonathan is correct regarding submissions that are posted directly by contributors. in this case however, proboards will not allow you to modify a post by another member (i posted the text on your behalf). so go ahead and add the new revision as a reply to that thread, and we'll mark the old one so there's no confusion.
we're looking at new protocols to help simplify this issue from the contributor's standpoint.
Re: Revising Works in the Submission Area? « Result #70 on Oct 26, 2009, 4:11pm »
Hi Erin,
I think that the custodians prefer that you modify the original post rather than re-posting the entire story below or starting a new thread. But, be sure to post a reply to your own thread once you modify the story to indicate that you made some or all of the suggested changes. Hope this helps and good luck!
Revising Works in the Submission Area? « Result #71 on Oct 26, 2009, 12:39pm »
Hello everyone,
I have a piece in the submissions area titled, Pleasing Evil, and I was wondering how I go about editing it? Some suggestions have been made and I'm almost completed with my edit, but didn't want to post it twice? Do I just attach the new edit below as a message?
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Re: Our Contributors « Result #76 on Oct 20, 2009, 1:09pm »
Quote:
Contributor requesting workshop access!
Hello - I'm new to this site, but would like to participate and contribute to Fantastic Horror stories. I have attatched one of my own for your review and potential publication. Thank you, Erin Cole
hi erin. i took down your post because i couldn't remove the attachment by itself. this is the public area of the forum and we like to keep submission review in the contributors' area. now that you're a contributor, step inside and see how it works. welcome to FH
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Re: Late-night Greetings « Result #77 on Oct 20, 2009, 9:19am »
Thanks and welcome. It's always great to get new eyes and brains in here to help us out. I hope you to stay with us through the coming changes and like JJ said, feel free to give comments and suggestions. We try to deliver a top notch e-zine and seeing comments such as yours shows us that we're doing the job.
Re: Late-night Greetings « Result #78 on Oct 20, 2009, 4:23am »
I saw FH mentioned on other forums by people who had stories here and came to take a look. The writing is definitely of a higher level than most e-magazines (and plenty of published collections too!) and the design is brilliant - the front pages for each issue are things of beauty in themselves.
I've spent most of my adult life writing 'corporately' (PR & promotions) but have written fiction for fun since I was a kid and read non-stop. Decided to finally really try and get all the stories out this past year and its been such a cathartic and fun thing I wish I'd done it years ago.
I write mainly strange little tales that are on the psychologically creepy/surreal side of horror, with a decent dose of retro-style SF and some experimental modern pieces too.
No suggestions as of yet but I have plenty more here to look at, signed up very late and close to bedtime last night and didn't have a lot of time to explore!
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Re: Late-night Greetings « Result #79 on Oct 20, 2009, 3:52am »
sure, poke around, but don't commit too much to memory. sweeping changes are in the works... more about that when FH#14 goes up.
so how did you find your way here, and what kind of creative work do you do? let us know any ideas you may have about improving or expanding the site. this is a group effort, and we're always looking for new people to make themselves useful.
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Re: Greetings « Result #85 on Oct 16, 2009, 1:35pm »
welcome to our halls you have so far followed instructions and have meade this far. If you go over to submissions review you can see your story and check out soem of the others, if you want to make any chages go to modify. stay awhile have fun.
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Greetings « Result #86 on Oct 16, 2009, 10:12am »
Hi I just recieved an email that said my story was posted here and it was suggested I ask for contributers status? SO I guess I'm asking for such status.
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Re: "The Lure of the Kraken" by Stefano Magliocco « Result #87 on Oct 10, 2009, 2:18pm »
I just finished reading this along with some other one's in the anthology and I realized that while I have read many of the stories in the forum that I haven't taken the time to read many of them once they have been completed. This was one that I haven't read before and enjoyed it quite a bit. It was very subtle yet disturbing just the same and since I am not a Lovecraft buff like many of our contributors I find no need to compare to anything else.
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Re: Once again reality kicks fiction’s ass! « Result #88 on Oct 10, 2009, 6:45am »
Brazil is a crazy place.
Latin America is a fertile field for the horrorista, research into it yields any number of hideous inspirations.
There's a book on the banana industry-I've misplaced the damn thing-full of tidbits like a mad tyrant who built temples to Minerva in the Central American jungles, Henry Ford, another mad tyrant, tried to build an American city in Brazil-with little success.....it goes on, there's the Bus Station Cult, Santa Muerte, Maximon, the UFO Cult, Voudon and Santaria ceremonies that often include outright devil worship and even cannibalism.
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Re: Have You Ever...? « Result #90 on Oct 9, 2009, 2:35pm »
I did end up picking up a copy the other day but for me it was Poe's 'House of Usher' and 'Mask of the Red Death.' Up until then, I had mainly read his poetry/ prose (granted, not for awhile now).
I'm glad I waited this long to read them. I think I have more of an appreciation for the rhymn and wording of the stories.
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Holy Crow! « Result #97 on Oct 5, 2009, 11:08am »
Check out Black Coat Press!
This is a trove, a veritable trove!
The Nyctalope! Arsine Lupin! Fantomas! Scads of antique treasures from the turn of the century Golden Age of Strange Adventure Fiction, things you may have heard of but could never find, anywhere.
I'm going to be very busy, as soon as I get a good start on my next series(yes, there's going to be a whole lot more, I want to get a full year ahead before I start something new.)
BTW, I still need an understudy for the Patrice Stark series-I'm serious about it going on after I'm gone-any volunteers?
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Re: Halloween Memories. « Result #98 on Oct 4, 2009, 3:39pm »
There are rooms at the facility where I work that have the old-fashioned pumpkin and brass-joined skeleton decorations.
The traditions continue but with variations. My sister and her family went on a ghost run the other night--the kind of thing where you solve riddles to find the route from one destination to another (usually haunted houses). One of the haunted houses they stopped at was nothing but a black maze. There were no monsters, sets, music, sound effects, and especially no light.
There's another attraction just outside of town along similar lines. It's a corn-maze. I'm sorry to say that I haven't visited it yet, but I understand it more or less combines the hedge-maze with an open-air haunted house.
Too bad I live in an apartment. I'd be happy to stock up on candy corn, etc. and hand out candy. It's always good to see the kids.
Re: Halloween Memories. « Result #100 on Oct 4, 2009, 7:07am »
Krak,
You've given me a delightful idea for a new Halloween story. Unlike my first Halloween offering "The Carving", this one will be less gory and dark, with a tug on the old heart strings. Oh, yes, horror will still prowl the story. But if I can sit down and get it right, it's dedicated to you.
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