PRE-ORDER TODAY: Viremia featured in Campfire Tales!


It’s never a good idea to venture into the desert alone…

Find out why in Josh Schlossberg’s short story, “Viremia,” to be published in Campfire Tales – Book 2, a project of Deadman’s Tome, along with the horrific tales of 17 other incredible speculative fiction authors.

Pre-order the double-feature Campfire Tales Books 1 & 2 today in advance of the launch of the e-book and print edition on August 1!

BOOK REVIEW: The Die-Fi Experiment by M.R. Tapia

– by Josh Schlossberg, Josh’s Worst Nightmare

die fi coverI had trouble sleeping the night I read M.R. Tapia’s new novella, The Die-Fi Experiment.

Sure, it might’ve been the July heat. Or the woman on my mind. But I blame at least half of my sweaty tosses and turns squarely on Tapia’s locomotive-paced storytelling, the disturbing images he conjures, and the maelstrom of emotions he drags a reader through.

Let’s be clear from the get go: The Die-Fi Experiment is not for the faint of heart. Nor, just to be on the safe side, anyone with any kind of heart condition whatsoever. While the sometimes graphic depictions of physical violence aren’t gratuitous—they serve almost exclusively to hasten the plot—they are, let’s just say…intense.

The premise of The Die-Fi Experiment is that a newlywed couple honeymooning in Japan are kidnapped and forced to compete in a gory game show in front of a live audience and the eyes of thousands of social media junkies. Think American Gladiators meets Saw meets You’ve Got Mail (kidding about the last one).

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Drain Published in Bards and Sages Quarterly

Josh Schlossberg’s short story, “Drain” leads off the July 2017 issue of Bards and Sages Quarterly, along with 16 other speculative fiction authors’ amazing tales!

Purchase the e-book for $2.99 and print version for $9.84.


digital rendering of an airship

As I lay in bed, leafing through my old hardcover copy of Talking to Heaven, I felt a tickle on my wrist. Some sort of beetle the size of an apple seed, flat and brown, nonchalantly crawled up my arm, as if out for an evening stroll. I shrieked and blew it onto the nightstand.

Since I’ve lived in the city my whole life, only getting out into the country a handful of times over the years, I was never much of a fan of bugs. Spiders hunched in dark corners. Bloated worms rotting on the sidewalk after a rain. Fruit flies buzzing around the sink in a cloud of filth. I know insects are a part of nature, but so is the flu—just because something’s natural doesn’t mean it’s good…

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