Just received a new post this evening from the fine folks at Gehenna & Hinnom Publishers regarding the debut issue of their new magazine…
I was thrilled to receive an email tonight, telling me my new short story, “Bequeath”, has been accepted for the debut issue of Hinnom Magazine, from C.P. Dunphy and Gehenna & Hinnom Publishers!
My flash piece, “Ear Wax” is going into the “Year’s Best Body Horror Anthology 2017”, also from Gehenna & Hinnom, due out this fall.
Forming a good working relationship with these fine folks, looking forward to the future.
A little boy sits crying, his dog caught somewhere. A good Samaritan, just passing by, offers to help him rescue his dog.
A rather tasty good Samaritan, as it turns out…
Things are not always what they seem to be, especially in Carson’s Mill…
Timmy and Lassie are not part of this short tale, although they do get a mention along the way.
You wake in a strange place, a cold, damp place.
You cannot see. Have you gone blind, or is this place so completely, perfectly dark that no light at all makes its way in?
Without sight, you try to find your way, to create a mental image of where you are, and more importantly, the way out, feeling the cold stone, sniffing the air, listening for something beyond the sound of your own breathing.
That other sense, not one of the usual five, the primal sense deep inside suddenly alerts you…
You’re not alone.
“Blind Terror”…coming soon.
Wow. It’s been a burst of activity, between the writing, the editing, networking, finding markets and submitting stories, then tracking those submissions, updating the website, adding blog posts here along the way…
Busy times, good times.
Learning more every day, the writing getting stronger with each new effort, good stuff.
What’s been lacking, though, is simply reading for pleasure, so that’s next on the agenda. Jot down ideas as they come, save them in the strongbox for use later on, wait to hear back from the submissions, and just put up my feet and read a book or three.
Or, maybe just this one…
Man has long believed that we all have a demon deep within us, somehow always kept at bay.
The Cherokee spoke of having two wolves inside, one good, and one evil, and having to choose which one to feed.
What if a man, having been bullied, tormented, and humiliated his entire life, developed a supremely powerful demon inside, born of a lifetime of seething hatred over the horrific things done against him?
And what if he was given a gift, bequeathed an inheritance, that proved to be the key to open those doors that kept that demon imprisoned within?
Would he turn that key and free that demon?