Check out my historic appearance on the Panic Room Radio Show, where talented horror authors and hosts James Longmore and Xtina Marie get me to reveal the most awful way I can think of to die, expose my ignorance of Britain’s Royal Family, and uncover my megalomaniacal tendencies.
On the Panic Room Radio show on Thursday at 7:30 pm PT / 8:30 MT / 9:30 CT / 10:30 ET. Call in! (516) 387-1942
I’ll be reading and selling/signing books in Denver, Colorado tonight, February 23, at 6pm-8pm at the BookBar (4280 Tennyson St. Denver, CO 80212) along with over a dozen horror writers!
I’ll read a selection from my short story, “Viremia,” published in Campfire Tales by Deadman’s Tome and selling copies of that book as well as Demons, Devils, and Denizens of Hell by Hellbound Books, which includes my short story “There Shall Be No Night.”
RSVP here.
Here’s the deets:
Sylvan Dread by Richard Gavin
Three Hands Press (2016)
FAUNS OF THE FOREST,
ENVELOPING GREENERY;
THE “GHOST IN THE VINES”
Had a delightfully demented time chatting about microbial horror with Cakewolf and Cakebitch on the Padded Room Podcast (CakeWolf’s Happy Hour Ep. 4).
Take a listen and be entertained (and slightly informed)!
The December installment of Evil Podcast, produced and narrated by Dennis Serra, includes a reading of my Stygian short story, “There Shall Be No Night,” originally published in Demons, Devils, and Denizens of Hell 2 by Hellbound Books.
The podcast also includes “The Room of the Mad Nun” by David Turton.
Listen here.
You can purchase the print or e-book version of “There Shall Be No Night” in Demons, Devils, and Denizens of Hell 2 at Hellbound Books.
Skullcrack City by Jeremy Robert Johnson
Lazy Fascist Press (2015)
MIND-ALTERING DRUGS,
BANKING CONSPIRACIES AND
BRAIN-EATING MADMEN
Clash Media published my book review of M.R. Tapia’s new horror novella, The Die-Fi Experiment.
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BOOK REVIEW: The Die-Fi Experiment by M.R. Tapia
– by Josh Schlossberg, Clash Media
I had trouble sleeping the night I read M.R. Tapia’s new novella, The Die-Fi Experiment.
Sure, it might’ve been the fact that I left the heat on too high. 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.
Cody Higgins submitted this intriguing and hallucinatory story to Josh’s Worst Nightmare and we’re including it in its entirety. You can check out more of his writing at Zen Mob Publishing.
It’s Like Water
by Cody Higgins
Graphic: Cyprus-1
The forest floor felt like home beneath my steps. Seemed I was most hesitant, of all things, about taking this walk in my bare feet. Of all things.
Was an odd space to consider, given everything that led up to this point. Given everything it was supposed to mean. That felt odd, too. Feeling like it was supposed to mean anything at all. That was kind of the point, for it to stop meaning. Stop meaning anything at all. But to do it in my bare feet seemed appropriate. The forest floor felt like home beneath my steps. Seemed I was most hesitant, of all things, about taking this walk in my bare feet. Of all things. Was an odd space to consider, given everything that led up to this point. Given everything it was supposed to mean. That felt odd, too. Feeling like it was supposed to mean anything at all. That was kind of the point, for it to stop meaning. Stop meaning anything at all. But to do it in my bare feet seemed appropriate.
Touching the soil with each step that took me closer. Not being in others’ feet. Some feet churned out from massive lines of workers who wore yet others’ feet. But, it was scary too. We become so distanced from our earth. So afraid to touch, to not be protected from it. Can be hard going back. Felt, familiar though… to go back.
